Two days later and I still feel like I've been beaten with rubber hoses because of those four injections from the masochists of Madison Street. Quite seriously, I go in and out of fugues where I feel as if I'm brain-damaged. I'm slowly getting to the point where I can type for extended periods of time. A few more visits to that place and I'll be like my friend here from 1993. You stop hearing from me, again, quite seriously, assume I've found legitimate health care.
3 comments:
I'm glad the typing is getting easier, if nothing else.
It's amazing the perfectly good stuff people throw away.
Wow, poor guy, he needs a gift card to a grocery store.
Yeah, legitimate health care...when am I ever going to find a doctor who doesn't want me to live with the pain I have caused by chemo treatments. All I ever get are scripts for expensive tylenol, WTH. :-p
OK, complaining over.
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