Big Shoutout to…
Terry W from ‘The Little Yellow Duck Project‘ sent out another Duck named Mike. She always keeps us informed about the next one to be released into the wild. You can see our Ducks on the front page of this website. The Little Yellow Duck Project is a great organisation that makes and gives out ducks as random acts of kindness for someone to find. Please support them where possible.
This is based solely on my experience and may not be the same as someone else’s, but if nothing else, it gives you a roadmap ahead of time of things you may encounter along the way.
Chemotherapy No. 4
Four months into my diagnosis, I must say, it has possibly been the worst so far. The first few days are normally okay, and you can go about your business with minor side effects, but not this time—within a few hours, zero taste buds. Now, this is hideous when you think about some foods that were tangible to a point.
I have been partial to Rowntree’s Fruit Gums sharing bag, but now it’s like chewing a pencil eraser—zero flavour, or you could say, eating an old flip-flop out of the beach bin after a hot summer’s day (YUM). That might make you rethink buying your next pair of Flop Flops or Crocs.
Skip this bit to the next paragraph if you have a weak stomach – >
Don’t get me wrong—if Crocs are your bag, go for it with all their accessories, etc., as they are very trendy, that’s for sure. The reason I’m not very keen is not because I think they’re bad or anything; it’s just we had a blockage in our septic tank at our old property, and the trade that turned up to unblock the drains was wearing brown ones. Hey, you can’t make the sh*t up. He walked through the sewage like he was going for a skinny dip at midnight. What made it worse was the socks, as the water and other substances—let your imagination fill in the details—washed over and into the Crocs like the Titanic sitting on the seabed. (Sharing is caring)
Back to the cleaner side
So, to say I’m off food is an understatement. Maybe you’re feeling the love too—but you have to eat right, even if it’s not a pleasant experience.
My sleep patterns have also been more disrupted, with only an hour or so between toilet breaks during the wee hours. Sorry for the puns, but if you read the Crocs paragraph — god help you — (Bad Dad Jokes) I follow ‘Dad Jokes LCO‘ on TikTok — there so bad you have to laugh out loud regardless — where my wife, you know, eyes over the reading glasses look her words, not mine, I can’t take credit for that liner.
I was going to add in about farting, but I think that’s a step too far… also known as TMI.
Until the next blog without the bog!
