Live from the Chemo Barn! Part II

I've got 45 minutes left on my first bag of poison and I've sent Bryan out to forage for lunch. I do pack myself snacks. And I COULD pack myself a sandwhich. But I kind of feel like making a day of it here.

What other photos do I have to show you. Let's see.

Here I am with my ball cap on. I wear it or a different, knit cap, if I'm not wearing a wig. Today, I went without a wig because I wanted to check out the RMCC loaner-wigs and didn't have the nerve to say, 'Yes, I have this one, but I'd like another for variety.'

Alas, the 'wig room' offered 2 platinum blonde numbers, one ratty, long brunette dust mop and one reddish-brown mullet. So I'm on my own for wigs. Which is OK. Just wait until I do my post on those!

Also, note in this photo the pillow behind my head. A necessary piece of chemo barn equipment. Suzanne made this for me! It features the first zipper she's even installed! Well done, Suzanne. It makes my recliner comfortable.

Oh, and the bandage is the one they put over the 1 inch needle port access. Hanging out of the bandage is a tube with another doo-hickey at the end of it and the nurses attach the various lines into that contraption.

Finally, there's this:

My nurse, Ginny, asked, "What is that dart thing?" I said, "Oh, this? If you don't get to my box by the 5th time it beeps, I'm going to throw this at you."

She knew I was joking. Really, Bryan bought it back from the missile conference in Alabama (Alabama!!!) and the ball part of it is that foam squeezy stuff. I keep it hand for pumping when I'm not typing, as it helps to ward off carpal tunnel.

And if I get to 15 beeps, I really might throw it. . .

Oh! I asked nurse Ginny what we're supposed to call Nurse Practitioners. This is still an open question at The Big "C." Bryan's sister, a doctor, told me she didn't know either, which makes me suspect that perhaps there is no standard.

Nurse Ginny said, "Just call her 'Rose,'" Yes, yes, I get that. But what about the spirit of the question? She said she'd ask Rose.

But then I learned that I can ask Rose myself! Why? Because Rose has a PhD! And yet doesn't walk around calling herself Dr. Gates. So already I know she's not like that insecure nurse practioner friend from Korea and it's not going to offend her if I ask. I feel great about this. Really freed up over the whole matter.

15 minutes left on this bag. Times flies in the blogosphere.