107. Amaze. And has anyone noticed it was 107 on 7/1? Well I did. Pretty sweet.
The methotrexate makes me have to pee constantly and also makes me thirsty. I follow the same rules as being pregnant 1, water fixes everything 2, drink water if something is wrong (it will fix it,) 3, drink to thirst and then a bit more. And 4, water fixes everything. Water. Fixes. Everything.
I'm simultaneously blogging and texting another mommy friend, Olivia. She has a four am date standing with her little man Drake, who is about a year older than Jack. You know Olivia. (http://kittykal.blogspot.com/2013/06/more-s
Writing this has effectively killed some time; about 10 mL to be exact. I think that's like 30 minutes. When I woke up around 2:30-3 this morning I had no idea I would still be awake this close to the infusion ending. Now if I fall asleep I'm going to feel terrible waking up! I think it's time to snuggle down with this guy:
You guys are great, seriously!! Go EMA go EMA Go!
The EMA, it is mighty in its third shot. I think because I blogged seemingly feeling good, I wound up getting really really sick. I woke up to Jack's less than polite requests to be fed. My stomach and back are hurting like crazy. Since I took compazine at 5, I went for another Zofran but I have a bad feeling this is a job for heavy duty painkillers. I'm not strong enough to wait and see, so here goes. Fun fact: the bottles were next to each other. So I took one Zofran and a hydromorphone OR two hydromorphone. So in an hour or so, anything you ever wanted to ask me and be 100% sure you'd get a straight answer, might be the time. Even as I type this, after half an hour of crying and telling Jim I'm never doing chemo again, I feel a bit better. Sleep it is, unless you truth seekers blow up my phone.