I always take reading material to the hospital. First, games can get rather dull during chemo. There comes a time when I don't want my brain to work any harder than mere consciousness. Also, docs can be way delayed in their appointments. As we all know, they are closer to God than anyone else and so they are entitled to be two full hours behind if they choose.
Doc Clemons has taken to looking closely at my reading material when I visit him...and giving me shit for the books that I'm dragging around! I feel like I have disappointed him by not reading very serious material - like biographies of Darwin or the journals of Churchill. Please, oh please, let me have my trash, my thrillers that only engage a small part of my brain! It's better than meditation! Better than yoga! Let me enjoy my fluff for the time being. Life is short, but not every moment need be seriously spent.
Did I ever tell you about the fun I've been having with the needles? Okay, not fun really, but I do end up snorting loudly at myself on occasion. Having over come my fear of sticking myself with a syringe, I have at times become too cocky by half. At least three times I've approached the task with too much confidence, only to have the syringe bounce right off of me! It hurts more than an actual injection - and accomplishes nothing. I once had to stab myself three times before I penetrated the skin. Those little half-stabs bleed!
One time, being totally overconfident, I actually stuck myself with the needle before realizing that I hadn't gotten any of the air out of the syringe! What a dolt. When I told mom what an idiot I'd been, she started talking about the best way to commit suicide. I try not to take it personally.
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