I have, however been pretty nauseous. The nurse gave me drugs for that, one of which gives me headaches and has been since banished from the kingdom, and another which seems to help a bit. You know those hangovers where you can still taste the 12 rum and cokes from last night and just thinking about them makes you want to wretch violently? Well that's how the chemo hangover feels, except in my case the rum and coke is apparently the last thing I had to eat before the IV started, or specifically a blue cheese and squash sandwich from Pret. Ugh, just thinking about it... ugh. Anyway, it's too bad because squash and I were just starting to become friends after many, many tense years of little or no diplomatic ties. Maybe we'll find peace yet again after this whole bidness is over. Until then, squash, you're dead to me.
Ironically the one thing that *does* taste good is fried eggs and chicken apple sausage. I say ironically because I still (mostly) consider myself a vegetarian and also because these same sausages have become my sister Annie's personal version of squash, after having a bad run-in with them at a Christmas brunch at the Cave about 7 years ago. I at least take solace in the fact the chickens aren't fed antibiotics and are allowed to run free and frolic in the barnyard (actually I've seen chickens and I think the word "frolic" might be a stretch but whatever, you get my point.)
In any case, I'm in good shape, still feeling more or less like a rockstar and very grateful to have such amazing friends. Thanks for all of your awesome posts and to Ross, Deilia and especially Lynn for bringing me treats and keeping me company and to Annie, my dad and the rest of the my amazing family for checking on me non-stop. *mwuah*