Hello great followers.
Today was the first day of the full treament. We (Lynda and I) were up at 6am and back home at 4pm. Chemo started with a tour of the clinic and what we should expect in the next 5 hours.
I could not help but notice large numbers of restrooms. We had a private little area/room so that we could be interviewed by the staff and educated a little more. The usual group of nurses, managers, and someone that I am not sure what he does, came by. But then came the pharmacist, this guy was fun. He was very animated as he described the side effects such as vomiting, diarrhea, nausea, fatigue, fever, bloody stool......... Valdez would have loved this guy. Next off to radiation.
Radiation went well, no problems.......Well maybe one. Chemo had loaded me up with so many fluids that I got "Puffy" and the mask fit extra tight. This allowed for my skin to extrude through the hole in the mask for half of an hour. When they removed the mask after treatment my head and face looked like one of the rolled processed hams that have that tight netting on it. Checkered.
I am getting a little long here so I will explain today's title tomorrow night.
Momb0 2.0
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I gotta meet that guy! Sounds like a hoot!
You now look like a ham in my mind .... Maybe we can call you Hamburg? Or maybe, Hambone instead of Mombo?
Hambo! Killer name!
Can't wait to hear part two. These cliffhangers!
V
Hi Keith, glad to hear your procedures are going well & your smartass attitude hasn't changed either!
I have a new granddaughter!
Gary
Congratulations to Gary!
Keith -- more, more, more!
Well, now you've always been a bit of a ham anyway...
keith
I bet the guy that showed up that you had no clue what he does is the biomed. Sorry to hear they turned you into a hamhead. Is that going to be permenant? Does Wimmer still get called frenchfry man? you guys are starting to cover the food groups up there.
Yack Yack Yack Yack Yack
This is too amazing, Mr. Momberg is heading to the river tomorrow, yep the big Willy! His plans are to put the big hurt on a Salmon or two and take his fishin' buds along too. The side effects from the Chemo and the Radiation are minimal so far, that's really awesome news! Guess the K-Dawg is going to prevail! So now Bob and I have to hone our fishing skills, pray to the fish gods, and only hope to keep up with the fishing skills of Hambo 2.0.
Congrats on the new Grandbaby Gary! And you Mr. Yackley have plumped up nicely, trying to figure the food group you'll match, Dumpling maybe????
Ha Ha Ha.
Hey Keith - I'm glad to hear you're doing well enough to go fishing. They must not be treating you too bad even if they did give you a checkerboard face. I like Hambo. We can have Hambo, Eggs-Yackley and Frenchfry Man. What could Chef Ray do with that?
Can't wait to hear the "rest of the story" so don't wait too long.
Pat
Well it's 9:42am, you guys should have a couple springers in the boat by now. My hats off to you Keith for kicking the crap to the side and heading out to river fishing. Good luck!!!
Yes Mr. Wimmer your Plumping observation is correct. I'm not sure if it's a food group but I believe the gourd family is where I need to be grouped.
Egg's Yackley
The great Hambo checked the weather at 5am and it was pouring and windy. We cancelled. Not the man I thought I was. Congrats Gary and I hope to keep my smart ass attitude. Nice to hear from you Pat. Chef Ray could make a ham and yack cheesecake. I feel good this evening and am comitted to the story. Thanks for the comments.
I'm happy to see that good sense prevailed on Saturday. What a downpour!!!!
I can't get that ham image out of my mind. You should be required to come in and share the exciting parts with us. After all, what are friends for? I promise to share my weird photos with you guys.
Hmm - ham and bait. And dog food!
Keith,
I just read the dogshit post. I shared it with Liz. Too funny. LOL! Nothing like a dogshit shoe story to make an awkward/awful situation hilarious!!!! I can picture you carrying your shitty shoes around going through all that torture.....concealing the smell and the shoes for the benefit of all.
Your my hero. Dare I share my more shallow dogshit story here?
Kate
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