Not only am I freaking out about getting my test results, but I’m in full-tilt Oxycontin withdrawal.

I’m eating tiny unsalted pretzels, drinking pineapple juice and twitching generally.

I usually don’t ask this kind of stuff, but next Tuesday I have a PET scan and Friday I will get the results.  So, well, can you send prayers/thoughts/affirmations/good vibes to your favorite deity/idol/skull of Del Close on my behalf?  I’d really appreciate it.

Thanks, kids.  Your support means lots to me.

So my heavily fragmented digestive system, for no discernible specific reason, is in full rebellion.  I’ve tried it all to feel better -

food (icepops, mostly)

drink (soy milk)

drugs (whatever’s in the box)

sobbing (not effective)

puzzles (also not effective)

blogging (completely ineffective).

I feel like I’m at mile 20 of 26 here.  I’m tired of being sick and tired, tired of carrying around my bodily functions externally, tired of drawing in eyebrows.  So, things have been a bit hard lately.  And my chemo brain won’t let me remember the fabulously funny anecdotes I meant to write here.  Ouch!