Apparently the answer is not to poo. I was so worried about nausea, vomiting, and diarrhea with this first dose of chemo, that I neglected diarrhea's angry cousin... Constipation. I feel like I have shit up to my throat right now, and so far milk of magnesia, numerous enemas, and a healthy dose of Magnesium Citrate has done nothing to dislodge the ball of cement that has taken hold of my lower intestines. I wanna puke just to get rid of something! Argh!
In other news, my mom and I went wig shopping today. Wig shopping while you still have hair is a weird experience... you're trying to fit this hairpiece on a mop of hair that already exists. Bulky? Yes. Flattering? Not sure. So I bought a wig named "Bailey"... who knew my wig would come already named? Hope she isn't a bitch! It's a nice color and length, and I think it looks ok, but until my hair actually falls out there's no way to know for sure. So I have to trust that Bailey's got my back in this. I also bought a couple of head coverings, just to have something to fall back on. And of course all of Bailey's accessories (stand, special comb, special shampoo...). $200 later, and I may be ready for the day that I wake up hairless. Hope my kids don't freak out. Hell, hope my DH doesn't...
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