They gave me some adavan about an hour ago so this post may end up with typos and weird sentences. Please excuse me. I told you I’d try to post from here and now I’m tryin’!

We checked in at 7:45 and I was called back at 8. Had to pee in a cup (joy!), take vitals and then got me to a cubbie. We’ve got two of those hospital tables that turn and slide and stuff. Honey has his laptop set up on one, mine on the other. I brought healthy snacks from my Whole Foods shopping-spree last night, and a couple of trashy celebrity gossip magazines (which I usually only get when I’m in an airport).

It took a while for the nurse to successfully access my port because I guess it had clotted quite a bit since Friday’s installation. Anyway, we eventually got through and started a drip of some anti-nausea medicine. I was also given another antinausea medication and adavan to take orally. Plus they’re sending me home with two prescriptions for three more anti-nausea medicines! Which is awesome because I hate being nauseous and I hate throwing up.

Speaking of throwing up, I read somewhere that wheatgrass is especially good to boost and clean liver function. My liver is functioning fine right now but I wanna give it whatever boosts I can to keep it that way through this chemo. Wheatgrass is also great as a detoxifier, immunity booster, chock-full of vitamins and minerals and enzymes, and wonderful for the big bad digestive system. I want ALL OF THOSE! So I shopped around for a wheatgrass juicer last night. I found manual and electric wheatgrass juicers that ranged in price from $24 to $899!!! ALL JUST FOR GRASS! I ran out to Whole Foods and tried a 2 ounce shot of theirs with a tropical protien smoothie. I was nauseous for three straight hours and every time I moved, I burped grass. YUCK. Ideally, a person should start out with 2 oz once a day for a couple weeks (can be mixed or chased by pineapple or orange juice) and then graduate to 4 oz once a day, then 4 oz twice a day forever. I am still traumatized by 2 ounces from last night…I’m not sure I’m gonna make it! Though I’ll keep trying. I’ll go to these froofroo shops to get the smallest amount I can (1oz) and drink it with straight up pineapple juie (which I love). I try that for a few days and if after a week I still can’t deal, then I won’t order the juicer and “grow my own.” Pete says, “Hey! Wrong kinda grass!”

So, after anti-puking medicines were infused, the first chemo started. ***THIS JUST IN!*** We have a new acronym to use in lieu of chemo! It’s CAKE: Cancer’s Ass Kicking Elixir! (courtesy of Cousin Dan. Thanks Dan!) And when I come to the hospital to get my infusions, I’m calling it Shrinky Spa (not to be confused and of no relation to my ShrinkyDink).
First CAKE took 90 minutes. Second CAKE just started, is covered in a scary brown plastic bag, and will take 2 hours. Finally, the last CAKE is 30 minutes and then we’re outta here!

The nurses are all great and attentive. It’s relatively quiet here, too. Except for the deaf old man who is yelling at everyone without knowing that he’s actually yelling. Plus there’s lots of beepings and whirlling noises. The best noise of the day, though, was a bout 2 hours ago, a large group of middle school kids came carolling through the halls. They stopped at both ends of the CAKE hall and I poked my loopy little head out my curtain to watch them (you know I love kids!). They were adorable and it really helped push me back to the Christmas spirit. Good kids.

I have to come back in a week to do a blood draw and “check my levels.” But my second helping of CAKE won’t be until right around New Years. So much for my plans of going to Santa Fe over NYE. Instead, we’re trying to plan a quick long-weekend trip to Topeka to visit some of the Keller family with Lindsay and her BF John. Probably for early to mid-January on one of my off weeks. Depending on how I’m feeling, of course.

I’m too damn droopy and tired to keep typing. G’nite!