But, first, a quote: “Well, it looks like I forgot to shave again.” -- Craig, the observant (April 26, 2008)
Hardcore
Craig’s been complaining of thirst lately (perhaps the chemo), and, as a result, has been playing an old fashion game of chicken with the vomiting by drinking more water. Yesterday, he lost big time; he vomited at least four times with quite a bit of volume, compared only a few times just a few days before. We now have ice-chips for him, to help quell the feeling.
Anyhow, a funny thing happened while I was working out. Just before heading to the gym, I gave C the second dose of his antibiotic, better known as the little white horse-pill. He’s supposed to take this with “plenty of water.” Riiight. Hey Vlady, chug-a-lug! C was already at this saturation point, so the pill really didn’t have much of a chance staying down (thankfully, he’s been able to keep the chemo!!). He vomited the pill within 40 minutes of ingesting it. He only has five pills, with each tailored to pack a pretty hefty dose. So, seeing the little guy abandoned in a pool full of vomit, C did like the Army, and left no man behind. He scooped that sucker out with a knife, dumped it in a glass of water, swished it about, scooped it back out with the knife, and plopped it in his mouth. Now that’s commitment.
Jamming the Harmonica
Craig broke out his harmonica today, which was his first time to practice in several weeks. I just doubled his Fentanyl patch to two times the size of his last patch. It seems to be doing the trick. At one point, I asked what he was playing, as it sounded familiar. He said he was playing something like ‘cousin Mary’, but then added, “it’s hard to play when my nose is running the whole time, and when entire patches of skin are flaking off into the harmonica.” So that’s why the rattling…
Ped care
And last but not least, I had the misfortune of stumbling on a commercial this morning, which showed a bunch of ladies sitting in a living room (imagine a Tupperware party), scraping dead skin off their feet. I told C about it, and he said well maybe he should get one, as hoof problems are a well-known side effect of his new chemo. I said we should invite Writer and Tamir over for a good ol’ fashion skin scraping party. They can dump the contents out on a towel, just like the commercial. And in my best dad voice, I say 'gggross'. --J
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