One Year Ago Today

“I was walking out of divorce court. It is hard to believe that a yr has passed by so quickly. Time does fly when your having fun. I am looking forward to see what the next yr will bring.”

“Wow! No kidding? Been a year already, Ewk?”

“Wow, that did fly by fast. Hope it was a good year, Ewker, and better years are to come for you!”

“in a couple weeks i'll be going into court....:( I have to find something "decent" to wear...sigh...I HATE going to court, its such a pain.”

“C'mon Ewk, you can admit it to me. You miss her, right?”

“Shhhh, .... let me see if I can predict his answer ... (Don't read this Ewker, till you post your response!)




















"Sure Geobeet, like I miss a broken leg ..."”

“the time it does a-fly!”

“Geo, I miss her like you miss your ex”

“Dangnabitalltohell, I was wrong!”

“it restrains those that don't get the picture.”

“i hiked naked for the first time”

“howed it feel? :D”

“like i was free! free34! i fell on my butt and left an impression in the mud”

“cool :) you left your mark on the trail lol”

“It really is better to have loved and lost than to have spent your whole darn life with her.”

“Unbelievable. You remembered the date?

...and you thought enough about it to start a thread?

Get over it already.”

“i dont see why not. its something to celebrate, like a birthday”

“Lucky Ew!”

“Ewker is looking for sympathy on trail talk.
He divorced his long suffering wife and left his kids so he could be a playboy and is sorry now.”

“Don't know Ewker's story, but TT is a bachelor's paradise. If he has not hooked up with a TT skeezer already he has either not been making the effort or he is a lost cause.”

“if the chicks outnumbered the dudes 5 to 1, then itd be a bachelors paradise, otherwise uhhhh no”

“cb, you got that right

yeah bacpac I remembered the date. It was a great day why would I forget it.”

“Your math is wrong.

The number of available/willing women is significantly higher than a 5/1 ratio. A guy like you just does not have a lot to offer.”

“i gotta great sense of humor and 2174 miles worth of great stories, which beats a half a bottle of whiskey any day”

“Does it?”

“Crash is a great guy :) He's A+ in my books :D”

“A year ago today was my daughter's 14th birthday. ;-)”

“i dunno. depends on the whiskey, i guess. and whether shes your sister or your second cousin
last edited: 5/18/05 10:10:26 PM”

“Don't need to know that much about your dating situation.”

“Crash is a great guy :) He's A+ in my books :D”
Spirit Coyote
10:08:21 PM
5/18/05

Well there ya go, bacpac is a matchmaker.”

“i was speaking to yours, brutha”

“i was speaking to yours, brutha”
crash bang
10:12:48 PM
5/18/05

That was a nasty comment.”

“and so was this:

A guy like you just does not have a lot to offer.”

you wanted substance? there you go. i thought we were playing. but its ok. i forgive you”

“Jeez, somebody else who doesn't like bacpac. Must be something going around.”

“oh but wait. i know. you were just "telling it like it is"”

“and so was this:

A guy like you just does not have a lot to offer.”

you wanted substance? there you go. i thought we were playing. but its ok. i forgive you”
crash bang
10:16:31 PM
5/18/05

I wasn't being nasty, I was being honest. You don't present yourself in a way that very many women find attractive.”

“yea, like you do.”

“youve obviously taken leave of your senses if youre going to pretend you know the first damn thing about how the ladies think, so i see no point in continuing this discussion. please refrain from saying anything equally outrageous so i will not be tempted to smack you down again. i really want to get back to my book”

“I think I project myself as a chauvinist, because that is what I am.”

“actually bacpac I think you project yourself more as a lardass pedeophile :)”

“sc, that made no sense.

bacpac, at least youre honest. you just reminded me why i almost like you. youre brutally honest (from your pov) not only with others, but with yourself.”

“My wife’s best friend is going through some shlt. Basically she got in a fight with her husband on Sunday, went to stay at her dads for the night and Monday she was off all the joint bank accounts. It gets worse because she works with/for her husband and she said she was not coming in for a few days so things can cool down. Her husband told the manager she walked out and so she got fired. My wife and I are trying to get her to talk to a labor attorney and file for wrongful dismissal. She’s being naïve enough to think that if she lets him have everything (and I mean EVERYTHING) he won’t stick her with half the debt. And this is her second divorce. I would have thought she’d be smarter than this.”

“Wednesday, 11/23/05. Thanksgiving Eve

I was given the classic ABVD protocol for HL.

They squeezed me in for treatment, waiting was not an option. I was done with my chemo around 6:40PM. They were not concerned with side effects. I jumped up from the chair and Dani and I headed out.

I felt cold. It was a long journey to my car. We got to the parking garage and I started to feel nauseas. I asked for a pill from Dani. She had picked it up while I was doing the chemo thing. Prochlorperazine. I got to the car and started shaking. A chill to the bone. I started one of my sick Sea cow coughs. Dani went and negotiated with the parking dude b/c we had not gotten our parking validated. She won as usual. He could also see me. I looked bad, to say the least.

We get out of the lot and I make it 3 blocks, to 35th & Reservoir Ave. NW. Look it up. Very nice, rich neighborhood smack in the middle of Georgetown.

I pull over and open the door just in time to projectile vomit. I get out of the road and continue to vomit in front of this beautiful row house. It's a loud, violent vomit session. The lights are on at the row house. No one comes out or to the window. I think to myself; "I wonder if they get this a lot?".

I finish for the time and continue on. I'm controlling every aspect of my body from shaking except for one, my head. It's comical. I guess the shake has to go somewhere. I need my body to control the car. My head is shaking from side to side as I do my best to keep my eyes on the road.

Dani could not drive for several reasons.

We get home and I start puking as soon as I get out of the car. I continue for a while. Time is meaningless. I get myself to the bathroom so I can continue with the festivities. By this point I'm severly dehydrated. One of the last things you want after chemo. I take a drink of water and vomit. I wait. There's no way in hell I absorbed the first anti-nausea pill so I take another one with the smallest amount of water possible.

I vomit.

I vomit some more.

I take a mouthfull of Ginger Ale.

I vomit.

I'm so f'ing thirsty now. I feel like I'm in Hell. Any movement makes me want to vomit. Any smell, any thought. I closed my eyes and thought I was going to vomit.

I vomited some more. All I want is some water.

Meantime, Dani is frantically hunting down the oncall Oncologist. She calls in two scripts to our local CVS and Dani is out the door. It's snowing. I learn later She has to walk. It's Thanksgiving Eve and she doesn't encounter a single cab. Again, I have no sense of time and don't know how long she's gone for.

In the meantime, I vomit.

She gets back and I've managed to crawl into the bedroom. I'm on the floor. She has two drugs for me. One is an Suppository anti-nausea drug. I mean, I couldn't keep anything down so a new route was needed. An hour after I jammed the tiny bullet up my bum I was to take the other drug, Zofran, Orally.

I laid there after the deed was done. I was sicker than I had ever been. Thirty minutes after the Suppository Dani was lifting my head off the pillow and giving me a mouthful of water. It......stayed......in me! I was dying of thirst but afraid to do more.

I took the Zofran as time expired. Dani put me to bed and left the room. I didn't want to sleep. If I didn't get rehydrated I had to get to the hospital for some IV.

10minutes later I walk out to the living room. Dani's on the phone, crying, talking about getting me back to the hospital. She looks up at me in disbelief and I say: " I could really go for some Ice cream right now."

Complete turn around 10minutes after the Zofran, 70 minutes after the suppository. From the sickest I had ever been To eating Ben & Jerry's within 15 minutes.



Post Script - I would learn later that the Infusion Nurse forget to administer my anti-nausea medication before the chemo drugs. In a way. I'm kind of thankful. I now know what treatment was like before these drugs were developed. It wasn't that long ago when you had to stay in the hospital after every treatment and experience the instant full effects of chemo drugs. I can't imagine going through that everytime.

And, to say the least, this has added new meaning to Thanksgiving for Dani & I. Tonight we will toast all who have dealt with this.

I have to sign off now. Enjoy your Holidays and be safe.

Peace.
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“no words....”

“same here”

“Wow.....”

“"I pull over and open the door just in time to projectile vomit. I get out of the road and continue to vomit in front of this beautiful row house. It's a loud, violent vomit session. The lights are on at the row house. No one comes out or to the window. I think to myself; "I wonder if they get this a lot?"."

Dude, I am truly L'n MMFAO!!!
Those people probably thought there was a lion loose from the zoo........an angry one!!

"Honey, go see what's makin' that awful racket!"
"Like hell I will!"

What a difference a year can make.

Peace and keep it down, brother!
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“God bless both of you!”

“holy sht”

“ditto what Roam posted.”