They took out Hubby's port and put in three tails to plug into. He called them his hippy beads because of the way they dangled and clattered.
Early ,'Objects In Space'
Spike's Bitches 48: I Say, We Go Out There, and Kick a Little Demon Ass.
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
I know that's a tough thing, Ginger, but I'm glad you're getting the treatment you need. Here's hoping it does its good work with lessened ill effects for you.
Our local drug abuse prevention council recently put on a drugs takeback event and it was so successful that they set up a permanent station at the police department.
Fingers crossed that it treats you well, Ginger.
All the best, Ginger.
I hope all goes well, Ginger.
I'm trying to imagine a book about cancer patients using real chemo symptoms.
"Hold that kiss, darling. I have to dash to the bathroom."
"No, that smell is not something dead. It's just me. Let's stare into each other's eyes is this romantic cloud of methane."
It's been 10 years since I was last on Taxol, and I had kind of forgotten the effect of the large dose of IV steroids administered before the Taxol to reduce the side effects. The steroids made me eat Grape-nuts and yogurt at 3 a.m. and read all of The New Yorker online. I need to find a way to harness my superpowers in a more constructive way.
Oh dear. Well, I think it would be a toss up between catching up on work or learning a new language for me. The language would have an edge.
The New Yorker is an excellent option. Of local interest they had a thing about LeBron James being scheduled to make his decision announcement before the UN. Made me chuckle.
I need to go to the store and get better food for the munchies.
Yeah, grape nuts and yogurt can only take you so far. FTR, the raspberries I had for breakfast were particularly tasty.