Crying is great.

I really need to remember that when I feel shitty, I just need to have a good cry. It helps every time. And I also have to remember that after I cry once, I'm usually going to have to cry again later, so I should try to get it all out at once.

Trevor and I really don't get much face time anymore, him studying for the CPA exams, and me with, well, the whole "chemo thing." But today after we got home (after we grabbed some delicious, much-needed Dick's deluxes/cheeseburgers/shakes), we had a terrific snuggle, despite delicate emotions, sore skin, and achy muscles (all my issues, obviously). I'm still not 100% after that (wow, I wish tears were THAT good), but crying got out a whole lot of crap and "rejuvenated" me, even gave me some energy to start cleaning up the bedroom so we no longer have bags and boxes of shoes and clothes laying all over the floor (okay, yes, they're MY shoes and clothes). My closet door can actually be CLOSED. I'm quite happy about it.

Tomorrow, my friend Chris is coming into town from Portland and I'm really excited to see him. I might hang out with him and some other people this weekend, too, as it is the Capital Hill Block Party. I've never actually been, so it should be fun.

I'm feeling SO much better than I did earlier, even if I'm still aching. I've been in such a funk since the last treatment (well, I guess that's a given). I can just feel the disconnect between The Body and The Mind that Jenne talked about on her blog. It's so frustrating and makes me so ANGRY (and, hey, I'm the least angry person you can imagine). But I can't give in to the frustration now. It's only number 2 so I've got a ways to go.