9/14/10
One week from Chemo #7 of 8. Well, projected 8. No telling what the Kryptonian scan will show after I'm done with the 8. Freaking thing showed me having cancer in 5 spots last time. "Yeah, you're in stage 4 Sparky." Makes me a little gun shy. What's really weird is that you're actually radioactive for 3 hours or thereabouts after the scan is done. No different cancer from the cancer treatments, please. I'm tired of it sucking to be me.
I'll be sure to take the right battery for the dvd player instead of the charge unit for the battery that I took last time. Chemo brain strikes again. Luckily I was saved from boredom by the History Channel. There was a really awesome show about all the people that can be proven to have come to either North or South America prior to 1492. Or there's speculation and some speculative evidence of other people coming here. My favorite is these cats from Europe during the end of the ice age. The theory is they left southern Europe and traveled along the ice shelf that existed along the mid Atlantic ocean. It makes perfect sense because they could hunt seals for food, fat, and skin all along their trip. It's like a boat ride at an amusement park with a couple stops for corn dogs and slushees. There was a culture that existed in North America called the Clovis Culture. So there guys probably had a big part in that. There's lot's of proof that there were people here waaaaaay back when that did not come from the Russia to Alaska land bridge from parts of Asia. Truly fascinating stuff.
I'm getting that thing where food tastes weird. That coupled with my hyper sensitive sense of smell is really a pain in the ass. Wonder how long before this stuff begins to wear off. Not soon enough. I already can't stand strong perfumes. I mean really, I get sick from those overpowering toilet waters some women and a few men wear. I've had to leave the front counter at an old job more than once when someone, usually an old lady, would come in to get their car serviced. My eyes water and my mouth gets a coating inside. Completely disgusting. Now I'm 5 times more sensitive than I was. Literally, one day last week someone walked by my house, and the perfume smell nearly had me calling the porcelain phone. I don't go out much.
Dig ya later, Bubbies
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