I can be googled!

Jon just discovered the most amazing thing. I can be googled! I know this sounds a little dirty. The same way “blogger” sounds like someone violent, but when you type in my name for a google search, a picture pops up, an article from the Hudson Times, and then, ta-da, my blog.
I’m right on the first page. I’m having my fifteen minutes of fame from being a cancer patient. The direct link to my blog comes underneath, almost as a subnote, my posting of Grey’s Anatomy has Nothing On Me.
I don’t know who did this, but I think my other doctor had some influence. Seeing as it does have a big picture of him and some complimentary comments. He’s certainly got a hack on his side.
I think do think that posting general represents who I am as a woman, person, and cancer patient. If I one with no humor was posted, I would be upset.
Unfortunately though, as I was reveling in the fact that people may be noticing me. I forgot how sick I was really feeling. I was walking back from the clinic to the hotel room. Rushing, actually, because I had a feeling something in me was about to implode.
Then I almost threw up, in public. Again.
I hate that. I think public vomiting is one of the worst side effects of experienced. You’re walking along, feeling relatively well, then wham, your gagging. You’re looking for a corner. You’re trying to be discreet.
I’ve thrown up in the back of a bus station in Boston, in the corner of a Big Lots, in multiple cars (but usually I’m prepared), aisles in the supermarket, and in the random trash can.
It’s a bad feeling throwing up. It’s a worse feeling vomiting in public, since then you have to try to hide what you did and run out of the store as quickly as possible.
This side effects ranks right up there with my neuropathy. I can’t really feel my feet anymore. I’m sure my use of narcotics does not help this situation, but if I can’t feel myself, how am I supposed to keep myself balanced?
I’ve had more than one incident where I tripped myself and almost came tumbling down. This, I think, is very funny. Whoever I’m with at the time though, does not feel it’s funny. They think I’m passing out or having a seizure and maybe they should call 911.
I’m sure I will find some method of compensating for this in the future. Right now, I’m not so worried about my chronic health. I just want to make it safe and sound out of my current health issues.