Ironically I learned that this past two days. I am not happy about it because the trade at which I a a pro at is as sad as it is despicable. In one of my first posts I talked about what happens to you when you are on chemo and you throw up everything you eat or drink. You actually become a pro at throwing up. Yes a pro, which means profetional. Rookies mess up all the bathroom, pros sink it in the bowl no mess, rookies are cought by surprise, pros can hold it for hours, and finally and most importantly rookies don't have a clue it is coming, while pros know it will come even before it is eaten o drank. It has been a long time ago since I had to use thoose skills other than maybe an ocasional episode as any normal person. But monday was a diffrent story. I went to lunch and had my usual diet plan. Grilled chiken and 1/2 baked potato. By 5:00PM I knew I was sick. I was holding what was inevitable just like a pro would. I had done this many times. As I sat thru traffic I had memories of the days down 836 in Miami on my way home. I have never thrown up on the car and I wasn't about to start monday. As I got home I did what was inevitable once, then twice, and then many more times. I started getting that awfull feeling again, that feeling were all you do is lie there waiting for it to happen again and again. I tried some 7 up and then water but I was in serious trouble nothing was holding my body had shut down and I was not taking in anything. I though I would never say those words but I asked Julissa to get me a Sunkist. Yes a Sunkist the same drink I get nousios from seen in the display window but like I said once a Pro always a Pro. Julissa startd crying at the request so I left it alone. As the night passed I got severely dehydrated and had to go to the hospital. It took 4 bags of fluid to get me back in shape and 1 whole day in bed. It is wierd what people can get used to. By the way it took percoset injection to aliviate the pain in my joints from the dehydration.
My mother was always watching what I was eating and we always came to the same concluttion. Why bother if it is coming out anyway. I remember asking for pizza right after the worse episodes and she will always tell me that I was crazy. Crazy or not I never threw up pizza. I lost 4 pounds in one day which in the overall picture is not bad at all. I ate a light breakfast as my body started to asimilate food and drink once again. Honestly by lunch time I was tired of the sissy I am sick deal so I did what pros do. Go for it. I lost 4 pounds in a day so I can endulge myself. I went for a Hamburger with fries. It is now 3:26 and I am doing just fine. So just like in the old days you fight fire with fire. There are many things you get acostumed to in life. I wish throwing up was not one of them but I am indeed a Pro at it and once a Pro unfortunately always a Pro. Tomorrow is back to training!!!
BTW I no longer have a 4 as my second digit in my weight. 238 as off this morning.
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