Ralph!

Saturday night on a Saint Paddy day and it unfolds like this all around the world. Thousands of revelers driving the big bus, praying at the porcelain throne, calling their buddy Ralph. But they all had one thing in common, green beer or copious amounts of alcohol.

Not me, I’m on the wagon for the duration, and poking wine or scotch down a feeding tube is just to crass even for me. So who has opposable thumbs and is in the finals for training for the vomit comet? That’s right baby, pedro is, that’s who.

Last night I guess I just over ate. Three cans of goodness down the feeding tube and then I have validation as to why they flavor this stuff. Pretty sure two cans worth hit the return to sender button, ya gotta love those big ol trash cans, Yummy vanilla.

Not saying I went to bed hungry, just a tad light on the nutritional meter for last night. Looking forward to seeing what today brings. Throat is a little scratchy this morning, wonder why?

Over on six-man football a football buddy gave this description, and I liked it so much I want to share “ . . . To kill all your taste buds gargle with gasoline about 5 minutes at a time 5-6 times a day (remember that taste from sipohin gas to go cruzin as a teenager from someone elses car?). Next cut a small hole in yer gut with a dull rusty pocket knife (yes you can use evercleer for sedation but it's just going to run out when you poke the hole). Stick a piece of garden hose in the hole and superglue it in place. Put a funnel on the end of the hose and pour in a bucket of carp guts that's set in the sun about a week. This should simulate the nausea. Now hold a blow torch up to yer throat to get that burnin feelin. Now do the full workout in the afternoon sun till ya pass out to get that exhausted feelin.”

51eleven has done went and hit a home run with that one. Some times greatness is just thrust upon you.


% chemo complete: 71.42 – 2 chemo days left
% radiation complete: 65.71 – 12 sessions remaining
Weight today – 204
Hair loss – none
Sunburn – really, really painful


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