Tomorrow is the day, infusion #3. I am nervous, and I don’t really know why. I know exactly what to expect and when it will all happen. I am more dreading the next 5 days of feeling like absolute shit. On the positive side, Constantine will be visiting me next week. Hands off ladies!
I am spending my last “free” day for a week or so just enjoying myself and taking Asher to the arcave (arcade) and bowling today. I also got a manicure, a nice dark color because I felt slightly depressed. For dinner we are going to Benihana, or as Asher calls it “cook on table.” We should all smell lovely tonight.
I don’t want to go tomorrow! Don’t make me! The tumors are shrinking, the doctor said so! But I have to go, so I will put on my armor and go. I would wear my awesome new WARRIOR sweatshirt tomorrow, but I don’t want to cut a hole in the arm where my port is. It’s too cute to destroy! I am also throwing away anything that I ever wore to chemo to rid the memories, so theres that.
Today I had to start my steroids again, I have to take them twice a day before and after infusion. In case you wanted to see how many prescriptions I have right now, I took a picture. I think I forgot a few and didn’t show you my major weed stash. Kidding, I don’t have a stash. Take a look. It really isn’t that many when you think about it and I don’t have to take them all every day.
So I will enjoy my last day of freedom for a while, hoping and praying tomorrow goes smoothly and easy. I really do hope fucking Rod put my caps in the freezer, I didn’t call him. He better not fuck up, because my hair is doing so well and I swear it is thicker than ever. The eyebrows, well perhaps I should have kept them on the bushier trend this year. Poor things are thinning and I look like a chick stuck in the 90’s. Hello eyebrow pencils, ugh.
Ok, he is calling me to go bowling. When a minion summons you, you don’t ignore. Until tomorrow, when I am in the tundra of Tower.