Short December Update

If you’ve been counting the weeks, December 4 should have been my last infusion of Paclitaxel, but I caught a cold, with a 102F fever, sore throat, postnasal drip, etc etc. That’ll teach me to leave the house…

Long story short, my appointment for the 4th was canceled, and when I reported to the blood test the following Monday with a cough and no voice, the makeup appointment was canceled. We’ll try again next week, but this cough could stick around.

I’ve basically spent every day in December laying in bed or on the couch. The first week I was sleeping fourteen hours a day; this week I’m watching TV. Not even good TV, really.

I’ve had a giant post complaining about everything sitting in the drafts for about eight weeks now, but between the brain fog from the treatment and FUZZ dying, I am too numb write anything meaningful or entertaining or personal. And yet, somehow, I am not yet numb enough.

That’s it. I’ll try to be funny next week, when I stop oozing so much phlegm.