Rob's second Chemo session

I don't know what it is, I take Rob in for his chemo, and as soon as he's
hooked up to the IVs, I fall asleep. Four hours later, he's fed (a courtesy
for the patients, care givers fend for themselves), rested, unhooked from
the IVs and I take him home.

I thought we were going to get by without Ralph calling as Rob had taken
anti nausea medications earlier, but they must have worn off. The bathroom
is clean now. Poor Rob. He never got sick more than once every couple of
years and the only times he got this ill were from chemo. I think it is
worst for those who aren't used to being ill. He gets so embarrassed when
he gets sick, and no matter how many people tell him that there's nothing to
be upset about, he still gets upset.

I know he's not doing his best as Huey, QC, and Merlin have taken position
on the bed near him and Tanada is on a blanket at the foot of the bed. Qui
Gun Kit, Sonya, and Pine Cone have looked in, decided that the bed is full
and gone into Mike's room instead. The owners are worried about him, I
think.

Pam S. also worried