The next morning, it’s very apparent that I need some pharmaceutical intervention. A quick call to the nurses at City of Hope and I had CVS calling me about my prescriptions being ready. Karma for missing them in the first place?
I haven’t been eating really well so I’m hitting the Ensures to get something to stick. Getting the Zofran helped the nausea fairly well. I was able to eat a bit more, but nothing’s perfect, I threw-up a couple more times, but as the doses built on one another, it got even better.
I still felt terrible, but now I had significantly less nausea, which is always better. As I ate a couple more meals I started feeling a mounting discomfort. At this point I couldn’t tell what was happening inside my body, I’d figure it out soon enough..