It's hard to write anything of substance when you've been on a semi constant morphine high (which is nice, but unproductive). Andy spent the night last night and was wonderful, holding my hand on the cot that was like two inches lower than the bed would go.
...what else...I'm worried about Shirley. I keep texting her and writing and she doesn't write back.
I keep falling asleep writing this. One more day of chemo. The blue stuff is officially kicking my ass, but I think that's the point.
Over all, today is day 6, day 4 of the chemo and day 343249023980 of me being so over having cancer. the end