I sounded like The Count there. I forget what stuff I needed to say. It was something like I am tired of this crap, waaaah-waaaah! I go in Monday to see my radiation oncologist, who was informed today, while on his vacation, that he needs to get in on this action. He called his secretary and told her to clear a spot for me on Monday when he returns. It should be interesting to see what he brings to the table. I will also consult with a surgeon about the risks of the biopsy procedure, if all three of my oncologists think this ambient cluster justifies the risky nature of it all. It may involve chest tubes and major chest incisions. w00t!
I have been having chest pains since last Friday. I asked my doctors about it and we concluded that anxiety is the culprit. Also, having depression along with all of this has brought me to my knees. As of last night, I have been taking medication for that. It was one crappy night of no sleep. Fun stuff. We'll get it dialed in, though.
Who do you feel like when you don't feel like yourself anymore? I wonder what it would be like to feel like the late actor Richard Chamberlain. Probably really gay. Oh yeah, I remember now what this day used to be. Good times.
I planned a more detailed telling of the events of that Wednesday, but I really am in a state where things like that are hard. You should have seen my mother's face when the pharmacist at the hospital was talking about problems with ejaculation with one of the drugs that I'm on. I don't care how much of a master of your domain you are; when you are a man and someone tells you that something is going to effect your ejaculation, you get real curious. I mean, do buttons come out or something? Maybe it's just a refreshing mist. Um, forget what I just said.
Love you guys/gals. Keep making my day!
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