I've been a bit tardy with my latest entry so here it goes. I'm recovering from my bone marrow biopsy nicely. I find that walking helps so I've been taking the dogs to the dog park a lot in between vomiting sessions. Yes, I still have that alloying problem of morning sickness. The doctors told me to watch it and call them if it gets worse. Oh good, I get to enjoy a morning and afternoon of nausea for who knows how long. I puked today and it was "unpleasant" to say the least. I figured I was finally over the worst stuff this morning so I heated up a Jamaican patty with a side order of HP sauce and chowed down. Within seconds I was up to a 9 out of 10 on the nausea scale. A 9 by the way means that you've got 10 seconds to find a toilet or pail, but you really don't have a choice anymore as to whether or not you're going to puke. It's happening, so you might as well get comfortable, grab a pillow for your knees, and settle in front of the nearest toilet. For some reason, after I puked I was able to eat the other Jamaican patty, and a Rolo ice-cream cone with no problems whatsoever.
Here's the part that I don't get about vomiting. Once you're done, you can eat anything and get away with it. I could be so nauseous that I can't stand, but after I threw up, I could enter a chicken wing eating contest and most likely win. What is it about vomiting that turns off the nausea effect in the human body? I've puked enough in the past 3 months to write a paper on the subject, but I still have no way of telling why I feel so good after I puke. One of my friends suggested that my head cold may be causing my Estuation tubes to block up, thus throwing off my sense of balance, thus causing nausea, thus causing vomiting. However, this still does not explain the fact that I feel fine at night. If my tubes are blocked and causing me to be nauseous, why aren't they bothering me at night?
Anyway, enough of the puking talk, lets move on to the bone marrow biopsy. Once again it hurt like hell since the doctor needed three tries to penetrate the bone marrow. I guess my powerlifting bones are still intact. On the third try he broke into my hip bone and the pain I experienced was a shocker. For some reason, this biopsy hurt much worse than any I can remember. The marrow extraction happened with an equal amount of pain that I was slightly unprepared for. It actually made me jump!!! The entry wound is healing nicely, and I am only slightly limping as of tonight. I blew a lot of blood vessels in and around my eyes due to the puking but other than that I feel pretty good.
I have to go back to the puking subject for one more issue I have with the whole process. I have so many blown blood vessels in and around my eyes that I look like my wife beat me up. It's a lot of hard work for me and I don't understand how babies do it so effortlessly. I got puked on twice yesterday and both times I felt that the baby in question was not bothered in the slightest before, during and after the puking. How is it that I blow more blood vessels in my eyes puking than I ever do powerlifting 600 pounds, and a baby can smile, puke, and then go back to smiling as if nothing ever happened? That's one ability I'm sad that I lost along the road of life.
Lets get away from puking permanently and talk about the website for a paragraph. I'm starting to get pictures of the babies on CD so I will load the site up with some of the cute ones in the next few days. We had a professional photographer come to our house with her lights and digital camera so any day now a CD shaped package should be in our mailbox. We've used her services before and she rocks. I can't promise a date for the professional pictures, but by Monday I should have some new stuff to help you make it through a Monday morning.
Here's an interesting note. I have a site meter installed on my site and it looks like I get three times as many hits on the site from 8-5 Monday to Friday. This means that most of you are checking this at work and causing your productivity to fall at your respective place of employment. All I have to say is...well, I really don't care when you read this, I'm just happy that this diary is still entertaining people. If I know there's an audience out there, I feel a little obligated to write in here. It helps me deal with life, and I'm creating one hell of a historical record that I can read later in life. Thanks everyone, you really are a big part of my healing process.
Well, that's about it. It's close to bedtime and the twins are fussy tonight. Caity is doing great by herself right now, but I'm going to give her a hand getting them to bed. I don't really feel up to doing much in the daytime, but I'm actually starting to enjoy the whole infant thing so I like to help at night when my energy levels are better and there is no chance of hurling vomit at my own babies. Although it would be poetic justice if I did, since they've puked on me enough times.
Goodnight
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