Showing posts with label a lot of puke. Show all posts
Showing posts with label a lot of puke. Show all posts

Wednesday, May 9, 2012

Morgan Freeman


Morgan Freeman has to be rich as hell. I hear his voice everywhere…


I just searched “ruptured tumor” on Google images and I really wish I hadn’t. I need to find a good image to use as an example for my painting though. I keep getting images of ovarian cysts instead of tumors. Did you know there is a type of ovarian cyst called a “chocolate” cyst? I apologize for sharing that, I just didn’t want to suffer alone with that disgusting knowledge.

My stomach has swollen back up with cancerous fluids again. It’s very sexy. It had caused me to have more issues with vomiting, but none as bad as on Cinco de Mayo. I might need to be drained again Monday when I go for my 5th round of chemo.

Too tired to write anything else about today. There was an … incident that I might write about tomorrow.

Saturday, May 5, 2012

My Cinco de Mayo

So much for no nausea...

I'm up much later than I normally am. I tried to go out with some friends for Cinco de Mayo dinner at a Mexican restaurant. I had a good time but of course I got tired before everyone was even done eating and ducked out early. As soon as I was in the parking lot, the sickness started to hit me. As I was driving home, it got worse and worse, but I tried to ignore it. I told myself I didn't need to pull over and I would be fine until I got home. All of the sudden, I started puking uncontrollably all over myself. The chips, gaucomole, queso, shrimp chile relleno, and tamales all came right back up very quickly. I had vomit all down my shirt, on the steering wheel, on my seat belt, in my seat, on my sandaled feet, and the crowning glory was the pool of vomit in my lap. I really don't give a damn if this was somehow disrespectful but I pulled off in a cemetery parking lot to try to get some of the puke off of me. It was the only convenient, somewhat secluded spot around. I took off most of my clothes and drove home half naked, hoping the whole way there wouldn't be a random DUI check point along the way because I didn't want to have to explain that I was covered in puke because I have cancer, not from being drunk.

Ah, the glamorous life of Cancer Girl....