cyclonefence
cyclonefence's JournalThat hamberder spread is so offensive to me, I can't imagine how the Clemson players must have felt
The assumption that football players' favorite food is berders and fries may or may not be legit, but what college kid invited to the WH to celebrate a successful season wants to be fed with stuff he can buy for himself, any day? Isn't the honor of being invited to dinner at the WH the opportunity for us regular folks to sit at big fancy tables--that belong to US--and be fed with food that will impress us? How is it honoring anyone to feed them hamberders, and not even hamberders made by some fancy chef? I think DT finds this very amusing and demonstrative of his ?charm? ?sense of humor? ?understanding of what the Young Folks like?
This is a once-in-a-lifetime experience for at least 99% of these guys, something they'll want to tell their children and grandchildren about, something their parents would want to brag about to the neighbors, and DT has totally fucked it up.
I wish the Clemson team, as soon as they learned they'd be fed McDonald's, had all suddenly had to wash their hair that night.
What an asshole our president is. He can't even get a simple celebratory dinner right.
chemo report
I've had two treatments (of four of this kind; then I get four more of something else), so I'm halfway through what I hope is the worst. This chemo is not at all like the chemo I had six years ago--that was a breeze. This one has me totally knocked on my ass. The treatments are three weeks apart, and I'm not much better two weeks in than I am at a week in.
Today I went for blood work and told the nurse how bad I was feeling--exhausted to the point that I literally spend my time between bed and the recliner, with bathroom breaks and a shower when I can stand up long enough. My nausea has me retching until my abdominal muscles hurt, and the diarrhea, while not constant, is green (and I don't remember when I ate anything green). My mouth is full of thrush and painful sores along the side of my tongue and the inside of my cheeks, and I sleep at least 16 hours out of every 24. When I'm awake, all I can do is watch TV and bitch.
The nurse asked me if I had time for an intravenous fluid infusion, and I said yes, even though I'm drinking so much water my urine is colorless. She said sometimes getting it right into the blood vessels makes patients feel better. Three fucking hours.
And it's wonderful! I went from the chemo suite to the grocery store and bought peppers and sweet sausages (which I've been craving but hated to ask my poor husband to make), which I'm frying up right now with onions and a little garlic. I also bought ingredients for chili, which--assuming my power holds out--I'll make later today and we can eat for the next week.
Has anybody else had this reaction to IV fluids? They said I could come back for another infusion if I needed it, but not how many I can have--if there is a limit. I mean, it's just fluids, and I have a port, so no big deal, right?
I haven't felt this good since before surgery. I wonder how long it will last.
Oh, and they prescrbed for the nausea and thrush, too, but those don't seem worth the trouble now.
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