M. Loves Co.

I am trying a new pill today.

Emend.

Emend?

Emend.

My Ozempic moment in the waiting room for chemo. I was chatting with a young woman, younger than me anyway, about my treatment protocols for systemic therapy, which is chemo once a week and radiation 5 times a week.

As I noted yesterday, the gag reflex is getting exercised daily. Gagging is not something to joke about. Nausea is never funny. This woman found relief for her nausea with Emend.

And because Miracles Love Company, today I am going to try this for the first time. It’s effectiveness is supposedly very good. The only issue is that it is very expensive.

$130 for three pills, which is presumably going to be multiplied by 3 for the remaining weeks. So I have to be hopeful it will work, and damn the expense. If they could prescribe something for getting my sense of taste back, that would be worth every penny.

So amen to the Emend. I am praying it will be effective. If I just could figure out who I was praying to. Monopolies Love Company.

The view from the sixth floor of the BC Cancer Hospital/ agency is very panoramic, except our brilliant city council of years past thankfully overruled the sight line policies and alllowed a giant black building to block out the mountains, because, you know, Mountains Love Company. You can see the snow melting on the mountains, as it is a beautiful June day in sunny Vancouver, a city that has so much natural beauty and so many ugly buildings, because well, because Monkeys Love Corruption, I mean to say Moneylaunderers Love Coincidence.

My brother- in- law dropped by to watch the basketball game, because I thought Miami Loved Crouching (Tigers , Hidden Jokic) , when in fact the schedule has them playing on Wednesday. Magoo Lost Marbles Co.

An older lady in the elevator at the Cancer Hospital said I fucking love this t shirt, because Mom’s Like Mansplaining.

Still trying to find out how to incorporate More Liquids Consensually, I may have inhaled rabies, which has resulted in a bad cough. When I say rabies, read babies. Sorry, I did not inhale babies. Baby chunks. Of Food. Down the wrong pipe. Activating the Choke hold, Mental Logorrhoea Charms.

Chemo Loves Memoryloss.

What?

Memory loss is two words? Do I have to be consistent here? Do you read this for rationality? Missing Latent Carnivore!!!

The day started with me up early, stalking the neighbourhood with a pair of scissors, in the name of love, stealing a rose.

My criminal adventure continued with the rogue harvest of sidewalk rhubarb.

Then Maisy and I ran into a gardener with a Persian Cat. And Lo and Behold, Maisy broke tradition, the mold and everything but my heart, which grew three times it’s size, because Maisy Loves Cats.

After chasing them for fifteen years, she walked up to this Persian Cat and met it nose to nose. A standoff. Detente. If the animals can do it, so can we, right?

And for those still

Keeping score at home,

Yes that is a peach bum

In a bowl of poop.

I mean oatmeal with chocolate malt powder.

Man Loses C-Word,

Mental Loops Converge,

on Milt Laughing Canard.

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