Yesterday kind of went to shit. I had two cyclical vomiting episodes. I’m still not an expert in how to handle these but I tried two different strategies. The evening one, of hitting with Ativan and Zofran more or less right away, seems to slow it down pretty quickly. I then followed up with a cough suppressant. “Waiting to see if I really need to take drugs because I really don’t like being on drugs” — the morning strategy — led to over an hour of vomiting. So lesson learned.
Now, I’m not on any opiates this time, so why did it happen? The answer is probably the fever that started up in the afternoon and spiked to 103 by evening despite me taking Tylenol on the prescribed schedule. So I hammered myself with more Tylenol and Advil and paused the cancer meds until I see my oncologist on Tuesday. I went to bed at about 8:30 and by 12:30 my fever was gone.
The day wasn’t all terrible, as mostly I wound up sitting around on the couch and watching football and a friend came by to join us.
I don’t think I’ve ever had so much Ativan (and definitely not Zofran) in a single day. And I did have the most amazing dream last night. I actually hate compact discs but in the dream I didn’t, and they were more like flexi-discs. And there were record stores, except they were more like Spotify or Apple Music where you could just take whatever you wanted, so I was busy doing that with a bunch of music I’d never heard (I had fallen asleep to some weirdo Buchla synth record off Bandcamp but that was not playing in the dream).
But then, as I’m “shopping”: a small group of free improv musicians show up. My experience of the genre is it’s “free” in some ways but you’d better bring an upright bass and not a bass guitar. So I asked them if there are any electric bass players in the genre. They take me on a tour of free improv electric bassists through a portrait gallery where the portraits start moving. One player is playing their bridge; on another instrument there’s a pair of hands doing all sorts of manipulations and the strings are bending and melting; all sorts of wild stuff that goes beyond what physics would allow for extended technique. Very “if Salvador Dali was a luthier” vibe. I remember thinking I was excited to learn how to do a bunch of that stuff.
So on the whole “days are segments” approach, there were some highlights.