Saturday, September 22, 2007
Must be the Bleo
My fingertips were swollen again this week. Actually, Monday they were alright. but by late Tuesday afternoon, after my ten-minute injection of bleomycin, they began to swell and I went through the week with fingertips like small Vienna sausages. so my guess is it's the bleo, which I only get three times each chemo. cycle. I suppose I should mention this to the nurses on Monday, though i doubt it'll change my chemo. cocktail.
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There's just a lot of Ouch in all this. It's good to know. Information empowers people, makes them more ready to put their toe in the pool or, in this case, that very powerful Cocktail of Life. More than your toe, of course.
the way you ended this post..."chemo. cocktail." rummages up memories from the moving picture classic HALF BAKED. When Lenny is in prison and the big menacing dude rolls up on him and says "I want your cocktail! Fruit!" and he replys "But, then I wouldn't get all of my essestial daily vitamins..." followed by Tommy Chong jumping in to save his ass.
A bit random I know, but I watched way to many Fridays, Half Bakeds and Adam Sandler movies in my lifetime to avoid flashbacks of movie scenes about 18 times a day.
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