Stuck in A Clockwork Orange

OK, maybe Zofran isn't the drug for Johnny.

Last night it was the only medicine he took at bedtime and like the night before, it produced some crazy dreams. At least this time I got to keep the covers.

The dreams were very bizarre and much like A Clockwork Orange. It seems that Johnny was helping at my cousin's wedding with multiple tasks to accomplish including watching all of the kids. Then it turned to trying to get some medication and in doing so meant that he had to take on three carp-shooting lesbian girls. If they didn't make it by 7:00 the girls would literally kick their butts. His brothers were all with him and trying to make it by 7, but they had to go through a maze of homes that were all connected. Then when he would "wake up" the bedroom was strange colors: pink, purple, plaid, spatters. He would say to himself, "I know my room is white." But the colors wouldn't leave. He also saw black orbs that looked like Lego's outside the window and knew that they were UFOs, but couldn't rationalize them away either. He would fall asleep, wake up, look at the clock and only 15 minutes had passed. So went his entire night.

But here is the good news -- he ate a great breakfast (mashed potatoes, scrambled eggs, toast and sausage gravy -- Hey, it was what he wanted so I made it!). He was up for a little while, but did need an early nap due to the lack of sleep during the night. Then he got up and has been up the ENTIRE DAY! We even walked over to the neighbor's for a while.

Since he feels like eating, he went through the information provided to us by the oncologist that tells the important foods to eat. We made a shopping list based on those recommendations and then went shopping. I was totally prepared this time! No trip in the car without the right supplies ever again. Even after we got home he didn't take a nap.

MIL and FIL have Sunday dinner at their house when they are here at home (as opposed to Up North) and we went out there at 4:3o. Johnny ate a really good dinner of Ginger's homemade potato soup and salad and then we came home.

He is definitely ready for bed and probably won't need to take anything tonight for nausea.

I knew by Johnny's eyes this morning that it was going to be a good day. They were shiny again for the first time since Tuesday. He was smiling and conversational today, too. It was nice to have him back. I know it was only a few days of him not feeling well and staying quiet, but I missed him.

I'm glad we have a week to recuperate before starting this all over again. I think we feel better armed for the next assault and will most definitely ask for different anti-emetics. The Zofran has to go!

To the Rauch Family: Hey, there was something in my pan when you returned it! Great trick. I'm going to have to remember that in the future. Thanks so much, really. You guys are great and the help with meals is invaluable. My kids are so happy because as most of you know, Johnny is the cook in our family. Once when Johnny was going away on a fishing/hunting trip the kids asked how we were going to eat. I told them I was going to cook and they said, "Oh, great." Nice, huh? They feel much better knowing that I'm not solely responsible for all of the meals these days.

Thank you from the bottom of our hearts -- or more importantly the heart of our bottoms which is precisely where this all got started, isn't it?