Chemo nausea? She’s rude. She’s unpredictable. She does not RSVP.

🌼 Date: Wednesday, December 17, 2025

⚡ Energy: Low but functional

🤢 Status: Nauseous, mouth angry, still standing

✨ Outlook: One pretzel at a time

Nausea update:
This is not morning sickness.

Morning sickness at least has the decency to show up on a schedule.
Chemo nausea?
She’s rude. She’s unpredictable. She does not RSVP.

It hits at random, with zero warning, and foods I’ve loved my entire life are suddenly dead to me.

Case in point:
Last night I tried a lime popsicle.
Hydration, right?
Wrong.

One taste and my body said, “Oh hell nah.”
Which is tragic, because lime + Tajín is normally my love language.

What is working:

Gluten-free Pretzel Crisps.
Plain. Dry. Salty. Boring.
And right now? Absolute heroes.

Why pretzels help (aka science backing my snack choices):

Bland & dry = less smell, less trigger
Easy to digest simple carbs
Salt helps replace electrolytes
Something in your stomach is better than nothing

They don’t fix nausea — but they keep it from turning into a full-blown rebellion.

(And yes, I googled it. Receipts matter.)

When the pretzels aren’t cutting it, I’ve also been leaning hard on something I call Chemo Moonshine — a warm, spiced apple cider drink I found during one of my late-night nausea spirals. It’s gentle, soothing, and somehow convinces my stomach to stand down.

If nausea is coming for you too, I shared the recipe here ↓

👉 Chemo Moonshine Recipe:
The nausea drink that’s saving my sanity lives here → [Tina-Tested Survival Guide]

Hair update + Important Announcement

With my chemo cocktail (DT — details live on the Receipts page), hair loss typically starts days 17–19 after the first infusion.

My first infusion was 12/09, which puts me right in the 12/26–12/28 window.

I’m already seeing:

Breakage
Shedding
Texture changes

It now feels like what we affectionately call “baby monkey hair.”
Innocent. Soft. Betraying me quietly.

So, I am taking control.

🪒 Head Shaving Party
🌟 Saturday, December 27
⏰ 1:00 PM
📍 My house

If you’re coming, you already have my number — text me for the address.
(Creeper-free zone, always.)

It’s just hair.
It will grow back.
Eventually.

Until then, I’ll be rocking the chrome dome through at least mid-May…
Just in time to get the convertible out of storage. 😎
(Yes, I will absolutely be driving it topless.)

Cancer may keep throwing monkey wrenches —
but I’m still steering.

💗 Tina –
One Badass Day at a Time

Chemo nausea? She’s rude. She’s unpredictable. She does not RSVP.