So much for getting out of the hospital on Tuesday. The docs decided since they were having trouble with her pick line, they would instead keep her in Providence to do the radiation therapy there. So, yes, if you had "Cheryl stuck in the hospital for another three weeks" in the pool, congrats, you're a winner.
Cheryl was, unsurprisingly, less than happy about this news. Nothing like an 8 a.m. teary phone call to put you into complete panic mode when you're still waking up.
I can't remember the last time I got a decent night's sleep. I've got sleeping pills but they don't seem to do the job; they just make me woozy. I could take more, but then I start thinking about Heath Ledger and figure I can get by on less sleep. A fellow depressed co-worker recommended Wellbutrin over Prozac since you can still slam beers on that stuff, so I shall look into that.
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