Not sure how to describe the past 6 weeks...
The following video clip pretty much sums up the timing of it all:
Joel came with me to Denver yesterday for a pulmonary test and my IV Chemo drip.
We got to watch The Jerk. For some reason, I get my own room for the drip... It makes me feel a little VIP.
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Joel |
I was put into a box. Literally.
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Excited/cocky that I get to be let out of the box.
Especially after the shockingly loud yells of the Pulmonary Test coach guy who loved to hear himself talk. |
My plans for the mask go as follows:An "Office Space" type scenario where I destroy it with a baseball bat to the tune of,
"Damn, It Feels Good to be a Gangsta'"
Thank you Jaqueline, Simone, Tiffany, Michael - all RAD techs (see what I did there?) and Debbie upstairs in Chemotherapy! I will miss you guys, but please don't cry, I live about 5 minutes away and I'll come bother you soon.