I finished round four today and Michael took me to NIH so Mike could stay at work. My stomach has already started rebelling against me and I woke up several times with nausea in the middle of the night. I normally take Zofran to help with the nausea, but I also have Compazine for the break-through nausea. Tonight I may have to break out the Ativan for the nausea because it's supposed to be a little more helpful than both of those drugs. I've been drinking my beverages today in an attempt to stay hydrated early (and avoid an overnight visit to the hospital and multiple IVs).
I haven't blogged in a while because of a couple of bad-luck incidents that have brought me down. Last week, I went to lunch with Gina, Michael, and Doug (his business partner) and as Gina and I were leaving the Silver Diner parking lot in Rockville, I backed our 4-month old RAV-4 into a small concrete pole that I never even saw until I hit it. I managed to dent the bumper and pull out the top part of the car to the tune of $1300. Michael talked his mechanic down to $900, but we're going to wait to repair it for now. My mother-in-law arrives on Saturday and we'll need a car for her while she's here. I am so embarrassed about this and feel really horrible about wrecking the car. I'm almost afraid to drive it now because I'm worried I'll hit something else. This really has me feeling down. Mike's been great throughout all of this, but I still feel bad for my expensive mistake.