top of page

This SUUUUUCKS!


Obviously. But why? Let's bring you up to speed.


Days 1-5 are a god damn bitch! average 9 hour days getting 2-3 chemicals and a whole lot of hydration to balance your radioactive body out!


Symptoms include but are not limited to:

- The absolute worst heart burn and acid reflux I have ever experienced.

- Hiccups rivaled only by the fury of satan's rear end.

- Nausea fueled by the wuthering fury of 10 thousand hangovers

- Energy levels so low, you'll find more movement in the used toilet paper stuck on the bottom of someone's shoe

- Neuropathy of the extremities, like when your arm falls asleep BUT FOREVER

- A bizarre combination of constipated diarrhea

- The most out of tune symphony of ringing of both ears

- Your brain feels wrapped in bubble wrap

- Everything is perfectly place somewhere between here and there

- Sounds seem to arrive to your ears as if under water

- Everything smells like shit

- Everything tastes like shit

- and my absolute favorite: the screaming voice doing its best to convince you you will never get through this.


All this goes on and on and on. But you get up every morning at 6:30 am (not by choice really... the body does what it does) and you open the curtains, you suit up, and you either go for a mile run, or you walk that god damn mile, but either way, you get your ass out of bed, because if you're gonna live a whole day under the mercy of sickness, then you might as well be damn sure that the first thing you do is under YOUR circumstances.


Day 6 is a breeze! Gives you all the hope in the world and you think, "Psh! What a jip! I thought this would be hard!!" Then Day 7 happens.


Day 7 has been the single most difficult day of my entire existance. From the moment I woke up first thing in the morning to the moment I went to sleep at night, I lived all of the above symptoms every second. I'd really rather not even think about it.


Day 8 is back at the infusion clinic for another one of radioactive man's redbull. A low blood pressure reading explains why death is the only thing I'm feeling for breakfast. But the day goes without much of a tiff!











bottom of page