This is the fairway of the 10th hole at Glaze Meadow, Black Butte. From my vacation couch I can watch predominantly rubbish golfers smack their balls from left to right, zig zagging their way to the green. I don't really envy them.I've been using this window of feeling OK before chemo 3 to get in some good walks around the ranch and I'm being macho about drinking wine with our friends though, in truth, its still a bit "burny" and doesn't go down terribly well.
We went to the pool this morning. I wore my green turban to match my green bathing suit. I was about to don the fabulous white, fluffy, cotton hoody that Niki sent me but my discerning husband said I'd look like a pretentious, attention-seeking, aspiring starlet so I abandoned it for something more subdued. To be honest, I think the pretentious, attention-seeking, aspiring starlet (PAAS) look is actually appropriate for the pool complexes of Black Butte. Whatever.
My hair stubble is gradually falling out. It's very scratchy. And when fallen out tends to stick in place on my head like iron filings. My friend Melissa recommended using a sticky lint roller to remove these last vestiges. It works, as does a slightly damp, rough towel of the "stolen from the gym" variety.
Chemo 3 takes place at Bend Memorial on Thursday. Am slightly anxious about this, but since my treatment is standard procedure I don't suppose they'll mess up. Besides, I know the order of proceedings now so I can always keep check on them. I'm sure they'll love that....
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What is up with that burny feeling anyhow?!? I was all prepared to drink some wine on Monday (chemo on Tuesday) with a big bowl of spicy (not a good idea in retrospect) penne alla vodka, and the wine smelled great, and felt like hydrochloric acid in my mouth and throat.
VERY DISAPPOINTING INDEED.
I think it seems very jet setting and glamorous to have chemo elsewhere....high star quality....
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