Archive - Apr 2007

I'm going to try to make myself useful by entertaining you all. Because God only knows I'm not doing a whole hell of a lot else right now. Work with me here, people. So, without further ado some bits and bobs for your amusement and edification...

• Longtime devoted Cake Eater readers will know that we take the Financial Times as our daily dead tree paper. This past Monday they redid the layout of the paper and it's been somewhat interesting this week to read it.have your cake and read more too!

A brief snippet of conversation over two steaming bowls of Cream of Wheat, approximately twenty minutes ago: The Husband: "Do you want some craisins for your Cream of Wheat?" Me: "No, I don't want to puke up any little red things later on." The Husband: "That's a bit morbid, but I see your point." UPDATE 8:19 p.m. 4/20/07: Just for the record, no, I haven't thrown up. Not once. That was me being paranoid.have your cake and read more too!

The husband and I attended "Chemo Class" at the oncologist's office this morning. During class they give you the rundown on what will be happening to you during the treament, how you will feel afterwards and what the major side effects of chemo are. We toured the treatment room, we chatted about wearing jewelry during treatment (You shouldn't, just in case you're allergic to the chemo. They don't want to have to cut your rings off.), hair loss, skin and nail care, mouth care, infections, and, most importantly, nutrition.have your cake and read more too!

I finally, finally find a product that controls my curly hair and now it's all going to fall out in approximately three weeks. Go freakin' figure. You just can't win if you've got curly hair. Really. It sucks trying to find something that tames the wild beast that is the mop on your head. And you try everything that comes down the pike. Believe you me, straight-haired people of the world, you'll never have the product problems I have had over the years. But I found something. And it works. It does what it says it's going to do.have your cake and read more too!

Or, Why It's Generally Considered a Bad Idea to Chat With an Oncologist Whilst High on Percocet. If you're interested, take the jump. (Parts One and Two of the Neverending Ovarian Cancer/Hysterectomy saga can be found here and here.)have your cake and read more too!

I'm not a big pill pusher, generally speaking. I am strictly an over-the-counter girl. Ibuprofen. Immodium. Cold Medicine---which, technically speaking you can't get over-the-counter anymore without handing over your driver's license, the deed to your house and your first born child because the government is getting TOUGH ON DRUGS! Because we all know meth dealers get their pseudoephedrine from Walgreens. /sarcasm. But I digress. The point is that I didn''t have much familiarity with prescription drugs until I went into the hospital. Now I am the painkiller queen.have your cake and read more too!