Even Trials Can Bring Smiles

Things got a little wild and crazy during my fourth and final round of biochemotherapy, in part because I had a bad habit of getting out of bed when I wasn’t supposed to. But hey, those nurses never should’ve told me there were battery backups on those IV pumps.

With best wishes for everyone embarking on a clinical trial, here are some new lyrics to
Jimmy Buffett’s “My Head Hurts, My Feet Stink, and I Don’t Love Jesus”…

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DHw9K9yMots


My head hurts, my sweat stinks, and I don't love chemo (oh my lordy it's that...)
It's that kind of mornin'
Really was that kind of night
Tryin' to tell myself that my condition is improvin'
And if I don't die by Thursday I'll be leavin' Friday night

Went up to the clinic
To get my chemo cheer
Callin’ in a Code Blue
They came runnin’ in fear

All of a sudden I wad'n alone
Gettin' chest compressions by young doc Jones
Chemo ward was jumpin'
My heart they started pumpin'

Because there I laid on the linoleum floor
As they tried to bring me back from my death’s door
Someone call a priest
Doctor won'tcha beat the beast

And now my head hurts, my sweat stinks, and I don't love chemo
(oh my lordy it's that...)
It's that kinda mornin'
Really was that kinda night
Tryin' to tell myself that my condition is improvin'
And if I don't die by Thursday I'll be leavin' Friday night

Gotta get a little Zofran
And Tylenol for my head
Stay another day
Boomer layin' in the bed

I'm callin up those nurses, get some chocolate Boost
Must spend my week with some docs cut loose
I've got to find my cure
Signed up to beat the worst

But now my head hurts, my sweat stinks, and I don't love chemo
(oh my lordy it's that...)
It's that kinda mornin'
Really was that kinda night
Tryin' to tell myself that my condition is improvin'
And if I don't die by Thursday I'll be leavin' Friday night

Let me tell ya, I be leavin' Friday night

I mean I'll be
Leavin'
Friday
Night

Just don’t do anything I’d do and you’ll be fine.