Welp, not gonna lie here (I know I say that a lot but...meh) I've been in excruciating pain for the last two days. As in, begging for morphine pain. Which has turned me into a major grump. Like, MAJOR grump. Goddamn mucositits. The pain has moved from my mouth and into my throat, which I thought would be an improvement...but then I remembered that swallowing is an essential bodily function. OH swallowing, how I miss thee. And burping, holy hell does burping hurt. That's just cruel. Ya ever have one of those horrible sore throats that makes it feel like you have a softball rolled in glass lodged in there? Yeah, that's what I've got. The "burns" in my mouth have almost completely cleared, and the pain was better today than yesterday, but this still blows. Last night, STARVING for something solid to eat, I ordered pasta with oil and garlic for dinner (and some veggie soup and a popsicle).
Oh my GOD did it smell good...but all of it felt like swallowing swords. Ugh. P finally made me throw in the towel (15 minutes of crying, cursing and shaking), call the nurse for the heavy stuff (I need to write an ode to morphine...or maybe that's what this is...) and resorted to milk and a protein drink for dinner. Chocolate milk. Friggin' awesome. Due to my morphine high, the milk carton was just about the funniest damn thing I've ever seen in my life...my husband, dear husband documented my crazy. Might as well share it here.
There is definitely some really exciting news to share in the coming days but I'm too paranoid to post it yet. Let me just say that Mom and I were really REALLY happy today ;). For now, I'm gonna lie back in bed, suck on a popsicle and wait for the pain meds to kick in. To my H-ford friends, C-wold and music dept. in particular, happy start of the school year! Hoping those little buggers were good today (Mike, if my kids are out of line, scare them with the milk picture of me....tell them I'm going to creep into their windows at night and cackle into my milk carton....or something like that).