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2002-08-31
10:45 a.m.
Yesterday was far too puke-a-licious for me to enter a thing. I'm not feeling so hot today now that I think of it. I've got nothing but misery and puke stories in my head that I am too afraid to write about since my stomach is performing a tumbling routine. Who knows what memory will instigate projectile vomiting. Chemo session number 7, my prelude to the very last one was not such a pleasant time. I had an audience with me this time: My little sister and my dad. I am sure it was thrilling for them to watch me sleep in the beige plastic reclining chair. Well, I certainly would have preferred their position. I just can't believe I hurled in our bathroom sink. It's been ages since I let chunks fly and now I feel like I am on a permanent revisitation to my late teen binge drinking puke fests. Karma? Nah. I'm just pukey and pissed. huh? - 2004-01-15 resolutions - 2004-01-09 video reason - 2003-12-30 sik - 2003-12-06 voiceless - 2003-11-19
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