Adventures in Dry Ice

And how no one gets good as this

Conversation in the car on the morning of the first chemo appointment (approximation because my brain stopped working two weeks prior):

Me: Damn it. We have to go back. I forgot my numbing cream for the chemo port. They are going to stab it with a giant needle. I have to have numbing cream. No way are they coming at me with that needle without numbing cr…