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2002-09-13
9:48 p.m.
I did it. I made it through my last chemo with class. I held my nosed plugged with my hand most of the time so as not to catch a whiff of anything that might be nausea inducing. I listened to an �Inner Harmony� music tape the entire time and haven�t thought about blowing chunks yet. We�ll see what�s up tomorrow � I usually spend the night after treatment dreaming of medical events that stir up my stomach. When I scheduled this appointment, this special last chemo appointment, it fell on Friday the 13th. The nurse asked me if was sure I wanted to have an appointment on that date. Doesn�t bother me. Word of the Day for Friday September 13, 2002: triskaidekaphobia ris-ky-dek-uh-FOH-bee-uh, noun: a morbid fear of the number 13 or the date Friday the 13th --triskaidekaphobic, adjective and noun; triskaidekaphobe, noun My old apartment building in the cass corridor did not have an apartment 13. The story goes that it was built over a hundred years ago when people still believed it was evil to have a 13th floor or apartment or whatever. I was on the fourth floor in apartment 15 and my place was possessed no doubt. I suspect that it would have been the original apartment 13. They rub off the number but the evil spirits, cockroaches and burglars know where to go� I set aside any negative associations I had about the 13th to keep my chemo on schedule. Well I guess I figured chemo is so weighted with negative associations it�s not like anything else could make it shittier. Done with chemo. Bring on the radiation. Sleep would be nice for the moment. 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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