Saturday 14 January 2012

"Is blah really the new blah?" ;)

Well, its half eleven on a Saturday night, and I am curled up on the sofa with drugs [the legal, cancer kind- NOT cocaine...], hot milk and 'Sex and the City'. Why the hell does Carrie need to obsess over every single detail of her life.
"Does the fact that this martini is only half full mean that my relationship is going to fail?" [complete with blonde hair toss and pout...]. Or, as my aunt pointed out; "Is blah really the new blah?"... Of course, she didnt actually say that, but it sounds like something that she WOULD say. Although, Carrie does have to-die-for hair...that, her funny 'fashion sense' and her sarcastic sense of humour are her only redeeming features. Well, in Season 4- anyway.
So, out of the world of baffled New Yorkers, and into the real and terrifying world of Lily. So, I have started on the new course of chemo. Most of this one is at home, but not really much easier than the last. I mean, I have to take chemo twice a day every day for every day of the course- AND steroids three times a day...and of course anti-reflux [once a day] to counteract the steroids, morphine [four times a day] for the pain, gabapentin for the nerve pain [three times a day], ondansetron [three times a day] for the sickness and then a horrible anti-biotic called Septrin twice on Saturdays and Sundays.
But eating helps...nibbling on stuff...I seem to have gotten through quite a lot of bacon recently...and potato products [including all different types of mash, roast potatoes, fried, jacketed and croquettes], and of course soups... I'm worryingly addicted to all things foody now. Especially cookery programmes...Jamie Oliver is a particular favourite at the moment. Although I havent QUITE gotten over what he did to the roast potatoes at christmas. He put them with ORANGES. Eugh...although I quite liked the beef he cooked the other night, so I suppose that kind of makes up for it.
And I never knew there was so much you can do with asparagus...But seriously, who gets up in the morning and says "Im going to have a runny boiled egg, and what shall I have with it? Not the sane choice, which would be toast soldiers, but hey, I might just grill or boil some asparagus!" Crazy talk!
I can't have any form of undercooked egg now, anyway. Sadly. Or not so sadly, depending on what style the egg is cooked. Nigella's a big favourite too. She's odd, and wears too tight tops considering shes a cook, but she makes lovely- if extremely decadent- food.
So, the days are pretty much dragging now...not really much to look forward to, really. Im constantly bored, and have gone  through eleven books in the last week. TV doesnt hold much interest for me now, unless its foody. And beauty..well, we all know thats a ship thats pretty much sailed. Or sunk, depending on whether you're sailing with Costa...Okay. Thats a HORRIBLE joke, and I apologise profusely...I cant believe that it even happened, really. But Im glad that people survived. My condolences go out to those who are missing and their families and friends.
So, I'd better go now, and take my chemo. And my hot milk. Because; when in doubt- drink hot milk.
Okay, thats a lame phrase- but it works for me...and no, I do NOT think it is in the least bit odd that I like hot milk with my chemo. Because, hey- whatever works for the patient, right?
Much Love,
Befuddled and entirely fed up with all the drug taking Baldy <3 xoxo




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