What Does Chemo Taste Like? (it ain't chicken)


Snow day is the time to take that giant beast of a forked log that wouldn't split and drop it on top of a pile of coals and skinny dry logs.  Screen closed because when those knots go off, there will be pyrotechnics.
Also, chemo sucks. I think everyone knows already, but I can personally confirm it. Some ruminations if you've got time to waste:
I can eat when I'm not hungry. Heck, I can eat when I'm already stuffed, bring the pie! Putting food in was never an issue. Starting around noon yesterday, the hunger left (which wasn't so bad. I can still eat). But around 1pm yesterday they pushed a syringe of chemo and I got a funny taste in my mouth. Not "haha" funny, more like licking the inside of an old muffler. "Oxidized Galvanization" is the best term I can think of to describe the taste.
The port and the needle and the pump bothered me before I got them. Now they're a mild nuisance. I don't notice them most of the time. I slept fairly well last night once I turned on a white noise machine to cover the surprising loud but infrequent pump.
"How do you feel?"
It feels like I went out drinking last night. One of those nights where shots keep appearing in your hand. A night where the lights turn on but someone says "I know a place that's still open" and you think they're a genius!
But the next morning, not only are you paying the price, but you also managed to pick up the flu along the way.
That's what it feels like.
Who am I kidding? I've been *way* more hungover than this. 😜 The taste tho... that is spot on.

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