Around 4 a.m. this morning I woke up with nausea, a little dizziness, and a pounding headache. I took a quick check of my temperature, and it was 102 degrees (Fahrenheit… but you probably knew that… naturally ocurring boiling innards is pretty rare). My instructions from the oncologist were to call if I had a fever above 101, and luckily for me this qualified.
It’s now 15 hours…
Like many of my fellow vertebrates, I’m particularly protective of my head. It’s evolutionary my dear Watson.
Like many of my fellow sentients*, my behavior is not always perfectly consistent with my fears or beliefs. It’s what we call rationalization.
None of this has anything to do with what follows… I thought I’d tie it in somehow, but it didn’t pan out.
So I…
No, this is not an homage to Jim Henson’s famous muppet, although little Kermie was my favorite.
I don’t recall how it happened, but my wife got on Al Gore’s email list, and we’ve had the pleasure of some one-way correspondence ever since. I’m sure we didn’t do anything special to get on the list. The only qualification was probably an address… and…
If my skin were a character on TV, it would have to be Archie Bunker. My skin is so irritable… oh who cares, we’ll just say it’s pretty fracking irritable and move on.
It turns out my skin is particularly irritated by some bandages. “Elementary my dear simpleton,” you may be thinking, “it’s the latex.” Here’s the rub, bub. Several brands of…
I really must get over myself with these corny titles…
Anyhoo, most of my pre-chemo reading this evening has been on the un-candidacy of Al Gore. It started with a reference to the Time piece, and concluded with a piece from Politico.com.
Here’s a little piece of the Politico.com article:
Other Democrats note that Gore’s message, with its stinging indictment of both American…
Owing to the fact that my health has been reasonably good, and I’ve never done a drug more illicit than caffeine, we don’t have much experience with needles in the house (unless you consider the sewing kind). So it’s been a new experience having my wife “shoot me up.”
When I was excused following the installation of my PICC line, I got a goody bag filled with…
I didn’t start this web presence bit for “hits.” If it was all about the hits I’d have given up 7-8 years ago. Still, every now and again I get the odd “hit” which surprises, and today was such a day.
My main site got a hit from Brazil… but that’s not what was surprising. The hit came from a Google search… and even that wasn’t completely…
Tomorrow I go in to have my PICC line installed. I’m not afraid to admit that I’m a needle wuss, or that this transfers nicely to long plastic tubes that snake through my circulatory system. As silly as it may seem, I may be more worried about a stupid plastic tube than the chemotherapy.
The chemo starts Tuesday. I see the oncologist in the a.m. to be fitted with my porta-pump…