Club Med(ication)

It's almost 4 pm now, on Friday. At 2, we drove to the chemo place. Every bump in the road hurt poor William's bones!

And his oncologist said, yes, he HAD to have that next Neupogen shot today (and one more tomorrow: yikes!).

And when he told her about the pain, he made clear that he wasn't exaggerating, that this was the third worst pain he'd ever felt in his life, the first two being (1) impacted molars; and (2) passing a kidney stone without medicine when he was 23.

Upon hearing that, she wrote him a prescription for a burger king whopper of a pain killer that has NO acetaminophen in it, as she felt the acetaminophen was too much for his kidneys and liver, with the chemo already doing demolition on those particular organs.

So we're home, his pain is down, he is in bed, and even occasionally smiling.

Today's shot will kick in about 10 pm tonight. He might not be smiling then. So if you're in another part of the US and you hear a vague yelling sound, you'll know what it is.

Then again, on 20 milligrams of military-grade pain meds, we should be okay.

Love.