In general it went pretty well. I read part of the Vanity Fair article on Lindsay Lohan (Lindsay's always good for making a girl feel better about whatever is going on in her own life,) took a little benadryl nap and woke up to my sister bringing me a very yummy lunch that did not make me nauseous. Plus I got to wear this awesome t-shirt courtesy of Misty. I'm gonna call all of that a win.
The only downside was the nurse had a hard time finding a good vein for the IV. This is particularly worrying because I don't usually have problems with my veins, so it could mean the drugs are starting to take their toll on my insides. And that means I think I might have to abandon this whole pipe dream of not getting a port.
For those of you who don't know about the port, it's a device that gets implanted in your chest and allows the nurses to administer the chemo drugs directly and isn't as hard on the veins. I was trying to avoid it, because it involves another surgery and who wants that? Then again, I wanted a pony for my birthday and I didn't get that either, so...
I'll know more about the port surgery tomorrow so stay tuned for breaking news on that front!