Tonight, my dad came by to sit with me, and we watched and discussed Dancing With The Stars. No where else but in my surreal little universe called LeukemiaTown.
Yesterday was pretty uneventful except for the streams of visitors. That left me pretty pooped (In my normal life, I am hardly a social butterfly.), and with no energy left to blog.
I got several presents from fellow bloggers/Pajibians yesterday. Because YOU GUYS ROCK! I've enjoyed both the CDs this morning (Who knew Feist and Sufjan made for good hospital music?), and I can't wait to crack open the Farscape book. YOU GUYS ROCK! Did I say that already?
My chemo is marching on with little side effects thus far, but I am sure in a week's time I'll be having the REAL fun. Whoop, whoop. How excited am I for this?
Apparently, mouth sores are a common side effect of this chemo, so they've got me rinsing with this Listerine-on-steroids mouthwash to try and prevent sores. It numbs the life out of my tongue. This stuff better work because it is totally gross.
There must be a margarine protocol down in the kitchen because with nearly every meal I get there's a little margarine tub on my tray. Peanut butter and jelly sandwich? Little tub of margarine on the side. Cereal and coffee cake? Margarine. Mac and cheese. Margarine. It's a mystery.
I'm trying to visualize the whole Star Trek metaphor so many of you suggested, and for some reason it's just not working. I think I've got a new idea. More on that tomorrow. It's just about Ambien time.