Week 3 Has Begun.

Just call my ass hole

Jean Claude Van Damme…

Bloodsport.

Pink & brown wet wipes all day long. One good thing I’m learning from all this wiping is which wet wipes are good. Pampers for example has a wipe that’s listed as the number one physician recommended wet wipe. When I used them they set my hole on . All I needed was Alicia Keys to make a guest appearance in my bathroom singing “This Hole Is On Fire!”

I’m starting to feel the radiation burn on my skin. No marks or rashes etc yet but I can definitely feel something. It’s almost like when you’ve been in the Sun too long.

I had an accident walking from the front of the Schar Cancer Center to the first floor bathroom after taking the long ride there. Thankfully Dora taught me to always have a backpack so I was able to clean myself up before going to see the doctor.

My doctor was not in. His child was being born. I don’t think I’ve ever felt the saying “Fuck them kids” more then at that very moment. The replacement doc wanted me to be hospitalized due to all of the side effects I’m suffering from. But then I’d miss radiation, which sounds like a blessing, but would only complicate things. So I had her call the radiologist and they agreed to send me home with more prescriptions.

One of the new scripts is a controlled substance so even though the CVS it was called in to didn’t have it in stock they couldn’t transfer it to the one down the street that did have it. And the other script was a suppository which once again insurance is not covering. $138 to pick that one up tonight. So thanks to those who hit my Go Fund Me link. That $138 is covered!

One the way home rush hour traffic decided pooping on myself once was not enough. As you can see, it’s been a shitty day. Since getting home I’ve stepped up my relationship with the toilet. I got my little cot set up in the bathroom so I can be near her at all times. The only brief moments of peace are when I’m soaking in the tub but even that only lasts so long before my ass decides the tub is just a huge toilet.

I can’t believe I’m willfully going to insert things into my butt tonight. The suppositories are supposed to bring down the inflammation. The inflammation is the root to the discomfort. But how is this going to work if I’m on the toilet every 5 minutes? Whatever I stick up there is coming right back out in a matter of minutes. I’ll still give it a go though. Any prison drug mules out there with some advice?

That’s what my Monday looked like. How was yours?