|A lovely shade of teal.|
So I'm not crazy! Nausea is the tie that binds we chemoholics together! I'm eyeballing a local trash can in the meantime, and distracting myself with a blog.
We met with my oncologist this morning, and despite my blood counts being totally normal on Friday, he wants me to get a Neupogen shot on Friday when I get disconnected from my pump, and again on Sunday. I think his desire is to help my counts stay up so that I can keep on that optimal two week schedule I'm determined to keep. Apparently they're not bouncing back as quickly as he'd like, so the shot will help inspire them to not be so lazy.
I guess I'll take one for the team and give up any wild plans I had for Friday night, like sitting on the couch with my eyes closed while Merrick explains the solar system to me. I'm not kidding. Not only will he explain it to me, he'll do it 3 inches from my face, using his outside voice and spraying me with spit.
Last week, while taking a nap on the couch, I told him that when my eyes were closed it meant I couldn't hear him. He didn't get the hint and instead interpreted that to mean he needed to turn up the volume. No Merrick, you never need to turn up your volume.