Waiting for the next shoe to drop

 

I have a vague memory that this phrase was something to do with the old pre-code movies and how racy they could get. But I'm talking drugs here, not sex. And the lexicographer in me tells me that the other shoe dropping is something that you are waiting to happen, and it might not be nice. It is the waiting that is emphasised.

I had my infusion of Cyclophosphamide yesterday and I know that there are plenty of side-effects that you can get, but also that you don't necessarily get any of them. So I am trying to distinguish imagined effects from real ones. It hasn't been helped by the fact that the dietician was emphatic that this was no time to be watching your waistline so I rather took her at her word and filled up on all kinds of nice goodies at the shops, several of which goodies are already inside me, so that bloating might not be side-effect bloating but a much more explicable bloating tout court. 

I have noticed one little thing which they predicted, because you often get changes in the way that you taste things. I had a full set of these changes in COVID time, and I can feel a strange but familiar tingling in my tongue already. So by tomorrow I may find I can't stand my essential morning coffee. Or tonight's beer, even. Tragedy!

The other likely ones are nausea, vomiting, tiredness, mouth sores, hair loss and digestive disturbance of both stripes. But still, none are obligatory and I might get none.

But I will post this up and update it if and when any effects arrive. 

And I do have one little added pleasure for the mornings, as I have to inject myself in the stomach each day till next Wednesday, with a preparation that helps to stimulate stem cells. And because of the size of the dose needed, I gave to put two doses in, so if I don't get the first injection right I have the chance to do it better second time (or worse, of course)

So the shoe is currently still on and if it drops I will tell you.

Update from the next morning: All fine still and even the injections were OK. They are a bit fiddly to put together because you have to dissolve a powder in a little vial and make sure that you don't try to inject yourself with the mixing needle (which is much bigger). But in fact when you have as much extra belly fat as I do, it is a piece of cake injecting. Although maybe with less pieces of cake it would have been even better all-round.