Heading down for some bloodwork at the hospital, then the port gets looked at, cleaned, and readied for tomorrow’s hook-up to the napalm. This one has my stress levels rising because it will be coming after a rough last session, so, the only thing to do is get into the car and drive to my destiny.
Gone.
Y’all be good and try to follow the Silverlake shakeout through Matt Levine and Marc Cohodes.
Socks, shoes, hat, water, NPR on the radio, just Drive he said.
I’ll catch up on everything medical after next week’s meeting (or is it the week after, Mr. Chemo Brain?)
I’m not as bad off this time as I was during the first five weekly sessions with the at-home pump.
But my appetite has yet to return. I’m weak. But Nick Cat9 keeps me moving. I swear this cat - and my wife - are the two biggest reasons I am fighting this so hard. I’m hoping this is light I see at the end of a long tunnel. There are noticeable improvements such as not going to the bathroom 20-30 times in a day, wearing adult diapers (the worst), not being able to work outdoors for hours on end, etc.
Nah, I’ll be back outside tomorrow trimming trees and running the mower. Maybe for only 30 minutes to an hour, but I got to get moving on my feet, work up a sweat, feel alive. Got to force some food into me today, and then start shuffling one foot in front of the other. I got this.
Thanks for the wishes, gang! Off to the Twitter Toilet to see what is shaking in Crazyland. That is the new Utopia town’s name, innit?