No morning post today because I've spent the day feeling like numerous sunday's in college, yes that means hung over.  Not from copious amounts of alcoholic libations, but rather from the nauseating effects of chemo.  No sweat been here before, just a feeling of wanting to dive into your pillow and only wake up to eat, pee or roll over to another position.

Well yesterday around 3 pm I garnered the useless, annoying and interrupting case of some crazy hiccups!  Nothing got rid of them, from drinking anything with my head between my legs (everyone has tried this) to copious amounts of Zofran, and Maylox to no avail.  At least Alex had the opportunity to laugh at the Cro-Magnon like sounds permeating from me all day and in-between my naps...yes I'm lucky for her presence.

Well 10 pm came and went and around 11 pm I received my second dose of the Ifosfomide and immediately felt the discomforting heart burn associated with the drug.  I finished up around 1:30 am and attempted to sleep in my single bed with the beautiful Miss Alex next two me who was sound asleep.  Amazingly her being next to me was all the comfort I needed and it was my intent to attempt to keep her asleep as I fought the continuing barrage of hiccups, nausea and sweats from the Ifosfomide.  I did alright :)

Well the morning came and I felt better and decided to go downstairs to grab coffee and a quick egg white scrambled mess.  As I enter the cafeteria, I realize it's a bit late in the morning and I probably won't have the opportunity to get my eggs that I desire, however I proceed.  I'm walking in with my IV pump, who we so lovingly named "Bitching Betty",  and as I walk up to place my order the "lunch lady" looks at me and asks if I sent my order down because she can see my wrist bracelet.  I say no, I just want some egg whites and toast.  She then asks if I'm a diabetic.  I give her a look that I'm sure she could only perceive as "this guy is sick", but what it said was, "really do I look like a diabetic and would I be ordering this if I was?"  They get their manager to talk with me and after another of my 5 minutes of life wasted, I leave in disgust, got back up stairs and ask the nurses to take my off the IV pump..... which they oblige.  As I'm walking back down, the nausea kicks in and I realize I'd better lay down and ask Alex to hook a boy up with his want's.  As an Angel, she does, and I lay down and ready myself for some more Zofran.

I know people and organizations have their protocols and operating procedures, but the audacity and inability of many to implement and exercise common sense is enraging.  Alright I'm off my soap box:)

I spent the rest of the day in bed between naps and the occasional sip of water, a piece of fruit and dozing off while watching Dufner take another PGA tourney down.  Go SEC!

Cheers,
Andy

PS...I'll keep you posted on the coming days.  Much love to all of those who are reading this blog.