September 1st, 2007

I wake up at 4am again... the phlebotomist is wanting blood... my stomach is growling but I know there will be no food until the port is in and I'm out of the operating room... Even though it's Labor Day weekend my radiation will continue over the weekend. A man comes to my door with a wheelchair and takes me to the Hulston Center for my radiation treatment. When we get back to the room I notice that my pelvic area is REALLY HOT.. I call the nurse and she is not surprised and begins to tell me about radiation burns... OMG... OKAY... So.. I begin packing myself down with ice... sitting on it and packing my front pelvic area with crushed ice.... The nurse also tells me about using baby wipes when I got to the bathroom... because soon.. if I use toilet paper I will rub myself raw... JR runs to the grocery store and brings back a huge package of the exact baby wipes recommended... Thanks JR!!

My surgery is scheduled for noon but noon comes and goes and they finally come get me around 2pm... and I'm back in my room with my port around 5pm... The nurses immediately remove the chemo from my IV and put it in my port... I thought having a port would make getting an IV easier... but their poking your chest instead of your arm... IT BOTH HURTS.. BLAH!!

I finally order something to eat and this time I'm hungry enough to hold it down... I am getting strong doses of Zofran to help with the nausea... and I am finally hungry enough to eat...

I am watching Top Chef... and lusting after food... and then while flipping thru the channels I land on LA INK... and become infatuated with getting a REAL tattoo...