Do I Really Need the Anti-Nausea Drugs?

Yes. Yes I do.

So, last night, I found myself sitting on Darren's couch in his beautiful SF apartment contemplating whether it would be okay to take my Temodar without first taking my anti-nausea pills, which I mistakenly left over at Nathan's house. To this point, I've had virtually no side-effects from the Temodar, so I reasoned that perhaps I'd be okay just tossing them back. So I did. I then drank 2 glasses of water and went to bed.

All seemed well enough on the inside as I lay my head to rest. Alas, it wasn't.

I woke up to a dark room, looked out the window, and was surprised that I could not catch even a hint of dawn creeping up on the horizon outside. Then I looked at my phone. 2:19am. That's bizarre, I thought, I don't typically wake up more than 30 minutes ahead of my alarm. That's the moment I detected a distinct feeling of uneasiness in my stomach. It wasn't an agonizing sickness, simply a message from my gut that something was afoot...and gaining momentum.

After 15 minutes of lying awake in bed, I conceded that sleep was most likely out of my immediate grasp. When my mouth began to water, I knew that the great purge was upon me, so I lumbered onto my feet and teetered all the way to the bathroom. In moments of sickness in the past, I have typically found that my body awards me a grace period between arrival to the bathroom and bestowel upon the toilet. Such was not my luck last night. Half-a-step onto the tile, I understood that nothing short of a lunge would spare the bathmat the odious task of soaking up several hundred dollars worth of partially digested chemotherapy. I raised my head from the toilet bowl with the dumb grin of someone who has just accomplished a minor feat with considerable but fully unexpected adroitness. That lunge was the only notable victory of the night, but I thought back upon it fondly over the course of the next several hours, as I lurched back and forth to the bathroom over and over again, trying to empty my stomach of contents that were certainly disposed of during my first fit of intestinal spasming.

It's 5pm now, and I'm sleepy, but I managed to hold down a satisfying lunch and I'm looking forward to DJing tonight with my good friend Nathan, who will be delivering, on threat of death, my beautiful, wondrous anti-nausea pastilles.