wednesday, 21 january 2015
i shouldn't have trepidations. i did all this stuff last week at roswell park cancer institute and it lasted a lot longer. nevertheless, apprehension ran high as joan the RN searched for a vein on the back of my right hand and said that the gembitamine would burn and sting. i knew it would. and it did. more than last week. and there was a feverish feeling, not a hot fever, but chills. was this chemo or stage one of a capital punishment cocktail? "are you all right?" health care proxy and compadre bill finkelstein asked as i rolled my head and shifted in the chair. chills? he was too hot, he said.
i felt better when the last drop of drug drained half an hour later, although my hand is still sore. next time, the nurse said, you don't have to go without eating all day before you do this. still, i think i should go easy. after all, she popped me an anti-nausea pill before the procedure started.
exiting the hospital, i was hungry. no, make that ravenous for salmon and soup. unable to come up with a good restaurant alternative, we went to one of bill's favorite places, the iconic downtown buffalo italian restaurant, chef's. 5:30 on a wednesday, the three parking lots were full, but it's big enough so there were still a few tables left and service was fast. soup was their trademark minestrone, hearty with vegetables. no fish on the menu (or pork, either), but i avoided tomato sauce acidity and pasta overload by ordering the chicken with vegetables, which i totally recommend. there was enough for leftovers.
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