Yeah, so, I’m feeling better.
Chemo is totally easy, you guys. You just need to take a ton of drugs until you find out what works to manage the side effects and then you lose your hair. Ta-dah! I kid. Chemo is awful. I’m only a week into it. I suspect the second round will be even worse, and I’ll up all my anti-nausea dosages. In the meantime, thank you, Zofran. This anti-nausea med controls the nausea but doesn’t make me super tired and loopy, so I can function like a regular human. I’m relatively normal. I’m stoked.
I was feeling brave yesterday, so I let David take me to lunch … to the Olive Garden. Don’t you judge me. I wanted fettuccine alfredo, soup and breadsticks. And I wanted it plain and boring. No surprises. My friend, and fellow Chico State Wildcat, Jesse has been doing chemo for a year, and he told me that when something sounds good, eat it, because most of the time food will sound terrible. So there. It was the first regular meal I had in about six days, and the fettuccine alfredo was everything I dreamed it would be.
While we were eating in the Olive Garden, I noticed a table of old ladies, and they were drinking red wine and martinis with lunch. I hope when I’m their age I’m going to lunch with my friends on a Wednesday and getting wasted at the Olive Garden. Sounds awesome. Actually, I would prefer Chili’s. Chili’s is my favorite chain restaurant, and if you want to judge me for that, then – well – I’m sorry you’ve never had Awesome Blossom. They are amazing.