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abbijacobson: I went running in Astoria Park this morning, and was stretching by the water afterwards when 2 women approached. I removed my earbuds to talk to them (as I do), as I could tell they were interested in something. They asked me if I ran everyday, and I replied by telling them that this was one of my…
Odd but true side effects of cancer and chemo
Purple, wrinkly fingertips Nosebleeds Itchy head bumps Fondness for monochromatic foods (oatmeal, pudding, tortilla chips, noodles) Lunch check avoidance (thanks, friends!)
2 baked potatoes Copious amounts of lowfat sour cream Kozy Shack Classic Rice 2 pieces Polish sugar fudge candy 2 glasses mango juice, lots of ice 1 Klonopin Delish!
Had a bit of a meltdown today. After a week of relatively normalish behavior - dealing with insurers, going to work for long hours, working my show, brunching, lunching, crafting, performing, and generally being in the world - I am a fucking useless puddle of protoplasm. And I am angry. Turns out no matter how hard I try to fake it, I’m not normal. I’ve got cancer, a hell of a...
A normalish day.
Today, I trucked up to the UWS to have brunch with a good buddy/colleague who I do not brunch with enough. (Turns out it was a business brunch. Huzzah!) I went to paint pottery with my main office pal, which we did with relaxing gusto. I came home, bought pierogies, and got dolled up for the “Improm,” or Improv Prom. Hauled out to Queens for said Improm, schmoozed, got photos with...
Kick the bucket? Drop the bucket?
I think a bucket list is all wrong, wrong. Instead of being wistful and figuring out what you should/might do someday, it’s sometimes way more fun to look back on all the fun and cool shit you’ve already done. Personally, I’m pretty impressed - in an imperfect analogy, I’ve filled up way more than my share of buckets. A few things (you may or may not know about)...
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Decoding your Cancery Friend! Part 2 - Well...
“Thanks so much for your kind thoughts/wishes/prayers!” = Thanks so much. I greatly appreciate the love and know that these notes are a bitch to write having written some myself. Still, I am slightly embarrassed for calling attention to my butt-situation in this relatively low-key but clearly public manner. “Thanks for recommending that neat seat cushion.” = Why are you...
Via Mom (Trifecta!)
(Partially because I accidentally re-called Mom while trying to dial the hairdresser.) ********************************* Mom: How did you get home (from chemo)? ME: An off-duty cab took pity on me in the rain and actually waved at me from across the street. Mom: Wow. ME: Yeah, I must’ve looked pretty pathetic. Mom: Yeah, I noticed that when I went to the supermarket, the cashier...
Riddle me this, male-dominated medical...
If I’ve lost well over 30 pounds since the cancer kicked in, how come I’m still a 40DDD?
Decoding your Cancery Friend! Part 1 Addendum:...
“I’m a little tired” = I want to drop on the floor and lie undisturbed until tomorrow.
We’re breathing. It’s all good.– Joe Bill Last weekend I took a joe Bill workshop in full chemo regalia, just to show how Bad Ass I can be. It was great, and I was glad it wasn’t a three hour workshop. I’m also amazed at how relatively relaxed I was, being a bit creaky with improv. Ah, you Level three students - I...
Think this’ll work? Sounds delicious!
Decoding your Cancery Friend! Part 1: Answers to...
“I’m okay” = I’m okay. “I’m sooooo tired” = I’m okay but aren’t I a Perky Little Cancer Soldier! Gaze upon me sympathetically! Oooh! Aren’t I a kitten? “I’m good” - I feel like shit.
Friday Yuk Yuks
S: Oi, I have a bone to pick with you. Why hasn’t this been updated? M: Because I’m a little behind. GET IT! Har, har, har. (This will have to do for now! Off to work!)
Me: I need to do my eyebrows. Mom: Don’t. That’ll hurt. Me: I’m on Percoset. Mom: (thinking) Take Percoset…do eyebrows? Good point.