5/14/10
Arrrrgh. Another semi sleepless night. Finally gave up trying to sleep and came online to vent a little. As you might have seen, Dear Reader, my prognosis lost some cure rate points since it seems I'm in stage 4. Which really blows. 85% down to 70%. Still way above half, bubbies. What's weird is I don't feel super depressed. Some self preservation module kicked must have kicked in and is pumping a stream of endorphins in my dilithium chamber. Which is good since my depression can be a real cave monster. It has pulled me into that dark nasty cave on more than one occasion.
Two more days of prednisone and I'm off of that crap until June 1st and my next chemo. Glad I'm not taking it full time. Like I need another reason to look bloated. My penchant for cheeseburgers and cookies does that job just fine. The first thing they pump into me is some new type of seek and destroy mixture that pinpoints the cancer cells. Which is freaking awesome. It needs boost from the older boys that just fire randomly into the crowd though. Oh well. Aim for their legs boys, if they're good guys they can recover, if not the new sheriff can finish 'em off.
I got a pretty short haircut on Monday. In anticipation of the much dreaded hair loss. I never cared for short hair back in the early 60's when all the fellow kindergartener boys had it. Now Chris O'Donnell, on NCIS LA has the same hair as me. I still don't like it. I think I have a peanut shaped head. I've been feeling the outline of my skull, not pleased. I have a nice Kangol style/backwards driving cap. Baseball hats are not in the plan. I look like a mental patient in them. I'm a cancer patient not a mental one! Yet.
Okay 5 am is creeping up on me here. Think I'll go downstairs and do some stuff and get my Baroness her breakfast.
L8r T8rs
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