French Word(s) of the Day: C’est ici! (say ee-see)- it’s here!
Well everyone, it’s chemo time. Based on the messages and words of comfort I’ve gotten from everyone, you’re all way more freaked out about this than I am. I appreciate the concern. I’m doing splendidly. I think I’m making people nervous with how calm I am.
I’m typing this while getting my IV. I’ve got 6 hours to kill.
I knew everything was going to be okay when the nurse said, “You can eat and drink as much as you want whenever you want.”
They have a “Be respectful of those around you” policy, which is code for “no guitars.” I don’t think I’ll get to fulfill my dream of starting a jam session in the infusion lab. I’m not supposed to bend my arm during the infusion, so guitar playing isn’t an option. There’s a little monitor that beeps every time your arm is bent too much. Apparently my arm is constantly bending, because I’ve set that thing off about 3,000 times today.
My mom and dad both kept me company (they’re such troopers, those two!) and got to watch me as I attempted to eat lunch without moving my arm. As I’m well known for my incredible coordination, this went well. My shirt thought everything was delicious.
I’ve been reading all day, and it’s been glorious. I’ve already finished a book during my time here. I realize you’re not supposed to call time spent getting chemo glorious, but I’m an English major who doesn’t have time to read anymore. It takes me weeks to finish a single book. This is like being in a library… a ugly library where they stick you with needles and take your blood pressure every hour.
I had my dad take photos so that you’d all have photographic evidence that I’m not falling apart at the seams.
I shouldn’t get too sick, but I’ll post over the weekend so that you know I’m okay. I have a very full schedule of hanging out and doing nothing planned.