French Word of the Day: cinq (sank)- five (I realize I’ve written it in Spanish everywhere else.)
Well folks, we’ve reached numero cinco. My veins weren’t cooperating, so I got stuck twice.
You can kind of see the bruise in this photo:
I was trying to get a decent photo for the blog while sitting by myself. I tried to only take pictures when no one was looking, which turned out to be difficult in a room full of people. I’m sure it’s not everyday the nurses get to see a patient taking selfies while receiving an IV.
This chemo was the least fun. (To be fair, no chemo session is “fun.” They’re rated on a scale from “blah” to “Ughhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.”) I passed out on the coach when I got home. My mom- being the fabulous woman she is- did my laundry while I was sleeping.
This morning, I woke up several times to get sick. I decided my fellow commuters might not appreciate me throwing up on them, and stayed home from work.
5,000 saltines later, I’m feeling better.
Only one more to session to go!