I awoke this morning at 5:30. Now for some this may seem normal, but not for me. Not when I went to bed at midnight. But there I was, wide awake and having to pee. It should have been 8:30 or 9, but no, 5:30 it was. The scary thing is, at my chemo training the day before, the nurse said I would wake up at 5:30 to pee. I said she was crazy but she said just wait and see. And sure enough, 5:30 hit and I was up like a light. I Woke up queasy and not wanting to eat anything. Water doesn't taste good, saltines taste like snot and the worst were the doughnuts which tasted like burned creamed spinach:
Side note on doughnuts: My wife got Hostess or Entamenss. Usually a pretty good call, just didn't sit well. But how come the chocolate doughnuts in these prepackaged boxes of goodness are always sweaty? The fake chocolate always tastes good, but it can be difficult getting around the sheen of perspiration. It's kinda like hugging someone who has been working out. Yeah, the hug is good, but it takes away from the experience.
So, there I am, sick to my stomach and miserable when my wife says the magic word: Bacon. Everything is better with bacon. So, I had a bacon and lettuce sandwich on sourdough with mayo. Although it made me feel very white trash, , it tasted really good and, after a second sandwich, I was feeling almost like a spry 80 year old. Hooray for the healing power of Bacon. I have found my secret serum and am well on my way to battling the forces of evil. I think I am going to start a new chemo diet: Bacon, water and grapefruit. I'll write a 250 page book on how to eat just these foods when you are having chemo. I should make enough to just pay for my Dr's bills.
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