Man alive, I'm tired. And bored. Played hooky from work today because I just couldn't get my bones out of bed today. Color me highly unmotivated.
Cheryl's feeling much better today. Aside from the usual bugaboo of nausea and horribly aching joints (looks like the IL-2 decided to go after the arthritis in her shoulders this time around), she's doing alright. She only managed 5 doses this time, but that seems to be about average for patients on their fourth cycle. If all goes well, this will be the last time Cheryl goes in for treatment, although neither of us would be surprised if another two week cycle is called for.
Methinks I shall whip up a batch of my (in)famous black bean and chorizo chili, which shall keep me fed for the rest of the week, then get to back to the never-ending task of cleaning the apartment. Sisyphus and his boulder have nothing on me.
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