[Cancer]
[cancer] More on the mouth; and my hair, oh my hair
Oh, the joys of chemo. My oncology clinic advises me that the problems in my mouth are likely persistent and may be continuous through the rest of my chemo cycle. In other words, til the end of June. They are prescribing “magic mouthwash”, recommended to me by both
I can’t wait to see what this tastes like.
At any rate, I should be able to pick some up before departing for Rain Forest on Wednesday with
In other news, brushing my hair after my shower this morning I realized I could see most of my scalp. The thinning has progressed to the point where I’m starting to look like one of those combover people. My choices are clear: to start wearing brown jumpsuits and aviator frame glasses, or cut it all off. So the hair is coming off. Because I can’t freaking stand this.
If it was up to me, I’d take it off tomorrow, but
And yes, I have a funny-shaped head. Why do you ask?
Stay tuned for details. I might make a party of the shaving off.
Posted: 3:51 pm Mon March 01 2010 |
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Joy R
March 1st, 2010 at 5:23 pmWith the lidocaine, perhaps it won’t taste like much for very long, since I imagine your taste buds will numb up as well. Though this is a guess, based on my experiences with a cousin, benzocaine, as encountered in that over-the-counter concoction for canker sores, the name of which and the bottle of which both escape me at the moment…
Noddy Brothers
March 2nd, 2010 at 5:53 amebonypearl at LJ – I’m posting the joke here because there are fewer commenters so possibly fewer people to gross out. You may repost it if you like – it’s an old joke and as far as I know has no copyright on it.
It’s probably only funny to chemo patients.
A chemo patient walks into a bar. He knows he can’t have anything to drink here, but he’s desperate to earn some money to pay for his chemo. Finally, he spies something that just might do it, so he sets his bottle of magic mouthwash down and takes bets. Everyone gathers around to cheer him on. He upends the spittoon and starts chugging.
Five men faint, and the others urge the patient to stop, they’d pay up.
He keeps chugging.
Three more men faint and the bartender is looking nauseous. They all urge him to quit, they’ll double their bets.
Finally, he sets the spittoon down.
“Dude, why didn’t you quit?” the bartender asks.
Pocketing enough money to pay for 2 chemo sessions, the chemo patient says, “It’s not as bad as my magic mouthwash.”