Just Another Manic Monday

Dear Blog,
Its Monday, its hot and I am coping with my sixth needle. Its not really too bad today. Of course I don't say that outloud. It cuts back on the sympathy factor.

I now have no kitchen. Just a big empty room with a fridge and stove. The reno guys have been here so much I am thinking of adopting them. Then it won't feel like there are strangers in my house.

Saturday night we went to supper with Scott and Lynda and then went to see Indiana Jones. All was great until we came out of the theatre and I tried to do a face plant on the sidewalk. Perhaps it was the heat. I think I was a little dehydratedcuz when we got home Andre made me drink a big glass of water with ice and I didn't go potty once in the night. But I did throw up all night so who knows?

Anyway I was better by Sunday and I am resolved to have more respect for this treatment business. Its like a marathon. I don't have to cross the finish line first, I just have to cross the finish line.

I know my right brain is now under attack from the drugs but so far I am holding my own. I am having a little trouble following a storyline and I can't remember anything for more than 5 seconds but I am neither suicidal or homicidal and not too depressed. And I can sleep. So far no manic behavior. I find myself exploring the vast landscape today of 40 more weeks of this. Is it cowardly to say I don't want to? I am starting to forget who I was before the Interferon. Oh yeah, I remember, someone who was dying.

In the meantime I think this son of a bitch is sorely testing my sense of humour. I'd be a little angry if I had the energy. Oh well, there is no one to be angry at is there? I will try to go back to being my funny brave self tomorrow.

flinging love into the universe

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