With my livelihood directly tied to the NBA playoffs, I become a busy man this time of year. That combined with times I don't feel well leave me booked and spent. Hence the lack of posts (you can probably throw in a touch of lazy as well). Christine also has the keys to this bad boy, so I am going to lean on her more to e-blast my condition when I am laying on the couch insisting that we might as well be living on the sun if we are going to keep the house at 72 degrees (I get warm post-chemo) and telling her not to ask me questions because it hurts to think. Needless to say, she puts up with a lot and will probably end up with a piece of jewelry of her choosing at the end of all of this.The good news is that the last chemo treatment (#3 of 12) went better than #2. I didn't feel nearly as bad, but I did get to have my first crack at aversions. Little things would make me me shudder and get somewhat nauseous. Soap, my cell phone, water, the couch and a few other things weren't enjoyable for a few days. Also, for a little over a week everything I ate tasted like it had a spoon full of dirt mixed in. I'm still looking for the Mary Poppins song about that one.
I get to do it all over again May 17th. On the bright side, I do appreciate feeling well much more than I ever have. That usually comes about five days after my treatments. By "well" I mean how I felt before I had any of this going on minus a little energy.
FUN FACTS
