Not my finest hour

Dolly is disgusted with her mama!

Lord have MEEEERRRRCCCCCAAAAAYYYYYY!

OK this is one of those don't read from this point on if you get grossed out....and by grossed out I mean...GROSSED THE FUCK OUT! My husband said that I need to keep it "All the way real," like Real Housewives, so here goes.

I'm swelling like a water balloon. I noticed a few days ago it was back and while I do have meds to help with this I have no desire to go to the hospital due to dehydration. Ain't nobody got time for that. So with the impending LAST MUTHA FUCKIN' chemo one Wednesday I figure let me get the swelling under control.

Enter lasix.

Lasix basically rids your body of the extra water....you pee it out. I know you know where this is going. This morning I open my eyes and I'm like FUCK I needs to GOOOOOOO!!! Javi is snoring his ass off, so the mad dash was reduced to a cancer patient waddle. UGH. I didn't make it...well I made it but it was too late. Now this is why I'm so anti pink ribbon commercial bullshit. Breast cancer doesn't look like some pretty bejeweled ribbon, it looks like a browless girl carrying 10 pounds of extra water weight accidentally peeing on the floor.

Speaking of not my finest hour I'm officially a member of Breast Friends, a hidden FB group of gals in the trenches. I've been able to share the importance of Imodium AD with them and diaper cream. Ahhhh to speak to a group of women who understand the nastiness.

Front to back ladies!

BC