So.......the joys of chemotherapy have come to an end. The input valve in my arm has been unceremoniously whipped out and my head is starting to sprout a degree of fuzz that feels like an asian crew cut. Yes, it is reason to celebrate ( I will dance alone to "Harlem" as soon as my legs promise not to buckle ) but the ugly, nagging question in this venue has to be, "What the hell am I going to complain about now?"
Soon my sense of taste will return and make note that I plan on eating my way through every epicurean delight available. So perhaps I can soon complain about being fat.
Soon it will be summer and while the little orange bikini is quite out of the question, perhaps I can complain about having no eyebrows to prevent sweat from trickling into my eyes.
Dating again ? Well it is an infinite well of absurdity but who is going to want a fat girl with a blonde asian crew cut ?
Who knows ? Something will come up......it always does.
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Saturday, May 23, 2015
Sunday, May 3, 2015
The Roller Coaster Ride is Almost Over
I have documented chemotherapy in the most jocular light that might, in some disturbed circles be deemed as acceptable. Truth is.....there are some down sides. No....gasp.....really ??
Sure there is all kinds of physical crap, just don't ask me about my perpetually dry nose and my constantly watering eyes.....I mean, do they talk to each other ?? Don't ask me how smug I was over not losing my eyelashes.....until I tried to put on mascara and there they were.....gone.
The physical stuff is a pain in the ass. The emotional stuff rips you apart. The mood swings make you seem like a post office worker with mommy issues.
Some can handle it.....some can't. Add another "can't" to the list but let me now praise those who can.
Always guaranteed to put an Elvis smile on my face, always guaranteed to put me back on planet dumbass....just by being the lovable jerk that you are p.
Always a "good morning", always an inappropriate lustful thought, and even though you come and you go....there is always a lustful thought in return Herr S.
So sweet that you hurt my teeth. You stayed with me. Not a negotiable road, but you were always there g.
Did I mention that my eyes water uncontrollably ? It's just the sun. Even though it is 1 a:m. Chemo messes with your internal time clock........really !!!
Sure there is all kinds of physical crap, just don't ask me about my perpetually dry nose and my constantly watering eyes.....I mean, do they talk to each other ?? Don't ask me how smug I was over not losing my eyelashes.....until I tried to put on mascara and there they were.....gone.
The physical stuff is a pain in the ass. The emotional stuff rips you apart. The mood swings make you seem like a post office worker with mommy issues.
Some can handle it.....some can't. Add another "can't" to the list but let me now praise those who can.
Always guaranteed to put an Elvis smile on my face, always guaranteed to put me back on planet dumbass....just by being the lovable jerk that you are p.
Always a "good morning", always an inappropriate lustful thought, and even though you come and you go....there is always a lustful thought in return Herr S.
So sweet that you hurt my teeth. You stayed with me. Not a negotiable road, but you were always there g.
Did I mention that my eyes water uncontrollably ? It's just the sun. Even though it is 1 a:m. Chemo messes with your internal time clock........really !!!
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