Argghhh, food tastes funny no matter what I do to it. It's not the metallic taste I remember from days past, but more of a medicine flavor that is identical in everything that I try. I have to be able to eat solid food in order to get out of here and that wouldn't be a problem if it all didn't taste like pooh.
I cornered Dr. Andreeff today on when he'd be willing to let me go. He conferred with his team who all agreed on Sunday. So close, yet so far. On Monday, he was willing to jettison me on Wednesday. Of course he got vetoed because I was still hooked up to the PCA. I keep getting told to take things slowly and that's all fine in theory, but a patient person I am not.
I had a bit of an upset yesterday that I was really worried would hold me back. I couldn't stop vomiting and you don't want to know about the diarrhea. Nothing that I was given via IV helped with the nausea and I only managed a pitiful 3 hours of sleep last night due to side effects from regulan and compazine. I'm considering a nap today, but we'll have to see. I have a few things on the agenda like vital signs and getting my CVC bandage changed.
I'm too tired to ramble anymore so I'll leave everyone with my thanks for all of the prayers and positive thoughts and wishes. I hope I'm doing you all proud.