Day 2 of Chemo

I finally remember when I have felt this way before. It was back in college. It was the night before the morning hangover when I knew I had drunk way to much and was falling in love with my new best friend: the cold, cool toilet bowl.

I'd throw up, then rest. I was conscious of my actions, yet not even close to functioning in my body. I barely knew where I was in time and space, and it was luckily being taken care of by a boyfriend who loved me unconditionally, coz I had willingly poisened myself with alcohol. I could feel the toxic levels of alcohol moving through my body. Surging through my veins.

But in college I knew it would pass.

Lieing at home in Ana Paula's guest room I have know idea if it would ever end.

I am still taking the homeopathics when the nausea is mild and the meds for when it is intense. No vomitting.... and no pooping. Today passes like yesterday... one big blur.