Night of the Living Taco

My picc line (fancy IV I get my tpn ((food)) through) has been pulled out too far during a careless nurse's dressing change and the insertion site is acting inflamed. The line needs to be pulled and that will be decided the beginning of the week.

My right side scar's fistula is leaking and has been for well over a week. My midline scar is red, hard, swollen and looking angry. The fistula there is more than likely going to reappear.

Put all these things together, a failing picc line plus a non working treatment plus hedonistic hunger pains plus just being sick and tired of being sick, tired, not normal and they lead to you standing at Roberto's Taco Shop ordering a beef taco and a fish taco.

To be honest, I've had little bits of snacks off and on since the 3rd week of this treatment. But never full on food and never this big. Three Otter Pops does not equal the digestive equivalent of two tacos, that is for sure!

So, being rowdy I went for it. And spent the night with a mouth full of saliva thinking I was going to vomit. The worst heartburn I have EVER experienced in my whole life and the roiling, gurgling, churning of a digestive system asked to work on tacos when it's been on vacation for a month.

Was suffering through the night of the living taco worth it? The jury is still out. While I was eating at 7pm last night I would have emphatically said yes. At 4am in the bathroom I would have as strongly said no.

The beginning of the coming work week will hopefully give me the answers I seek.