After talking with the onc on-call last night about my continued inability to keep fluids in me, I was advised to report to the hospital today for two more liters of saline and a scrip for tincture of opium, aka laudanum.
Yes, you read that right, the shit that old-timey literary types used to get their inspiration from. I guess when the OTCs and run-of-the-mill Rxs don't work, the next level of treatment are the drugs that the bad kids did in school (opium to induce constipation, marinol for nausea).
If this stuff doesn't do the trick, I'm worried that eye of newt might be next on the menu...
Oh and yeah, my plans for an early birthday dinner are pretty much kaput. Blast.
And so I go...
3 years ago
3 comments:
Great sadness... though I hear that "eye of newt" (along with "fillet of a fenny snake") is not as bad as it may seem. They both never overcame the really bad rap since they were first published as a recipe by Shakespeare in Macbeth.
Best of luck with the opiate.
Seriously, cancer patients do get the best drugs. Too bad we're too sick to really enjoy them.
Hope your poops are better. If Eye of Newt doesn't work, there's always the giant cork method.
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