How is it possible to be brought so low by gastritis and a toxic pimple? These are the questions of the ages, my friends. Having spent the last two days and nights as miserable as chemo can make you, I am well and truly sick and tired of being sick. Have had a fever that won't stay gone and belly aches and gas pain and now the ultimate in humiliation - the toxic pimple.
See, my blood counts are so low as to be non-existent. This means when bacteria party in my system, I don't have any white blood cells to attack them. So last night in the midst of all my bellyaching, fevering and non-sleeping, there appeared upon my cheek one of those little adult pimples, the hard under the skin kind that hurt. I paid it no mind as I was focused on being miserable. But this morning and throughout the day it has grown redder, more swollen and throbs like crazy. I haven't touched it, poked it or any other terrible thing you aren't supposed to do to a pimple, but never-the-less it is an angry infected mess. My cheek hurts and is red and swollen.
Mom thinks this small thing could be the reason that my fever won't go away. I have a call in to the cancer center to see if they want to call me in an antibiotic. I am sure they will. Can't have a toxic pimple go septic and put me in the hospital can we?
Needless to say, after these miserable, horrible, never ending last two days, I am not going to make it to my audition tonight. Can barely move from the couch to the bed. But I wanted to post something cause the fact that I have been brought this low, at the end of my chemo treatments by a pimple just has to make you laugh somehow. You can laugh. Go ahead. I will join you in a few days when I feel less like death warmed over.