The following stories are supposed to be funny, so if you start feeling pity, hit tghe delete.
On the fourth day after my last chemo my claim that chemo was a piece of cake started to fall apart. It was literally the shittiest day of my treatment. I dreamt I was spreading these walmart plastic bags of gas all over the house. Smelled like a cow barn or maybe a pig sty.
Then I woke up and realized my bed was damp. When I tried to get out of hed I slipped the floor. Realized I was on the bed for the night unless I could wake Sydney up. So I crawled to the bathroom with the hope of maybe liftingt my self to the toilet. Nope, so I shit on the floor and peed on the rug, discarded my nightgown and crawled naked back to bed. Couldn't get up so began to yell for Sydney and he finally heard me. Came into the room, picked me up and tossed me into bed naked and left me to go back to bed. Felt good to me. We slept till morning. Sydney washed all the bedding, towels, and rugs and now he's talking about a nursing home!
About Me
- The Calico Pen
- My book "The Bastard Tree" is still available on Amazon.com and Barnes and Noble.com. I hve had a lot of positive remarks about my story and although I am not making money with it, I am glad I did it. It is one of those things that people always say, "you should write a book," so I did. I like to write and I hope you will enjoy reading what I post.
