Sicky McSickerson

I have decided I don't like beige-colored tissues because I can't tell how green my snot is after I blow my nose. I know that sounds gross, but it's a legitimate concern for me. No, seriously. It is. :o)

Trevor picked me up early from work on Tuesday, and I stayed home on Wednesday and Thursday because I felt miserable. I'm still coughing and a bit stuffed up, but I feel much better than I did the past few days. This cold has really hit me hard, most likely because of my weakened immune system. SO FRUSTRATING. Usually the week after chemo, I'm feeling a little depressed and have myself a good cry on Tuesday or Wednesday, but this week, I think the neighbor's water leak downstairs was due to my crying. It was really rough. And I know being curled up in bed, crying all alone probably doesn't help the situation, but it's just what I needed to do. The good news is, I think all that crying and snot-releasing helped clear up my cold faster! Throughout the day yesterday, the resulting Rorschach snot-blot tests became less and less green, indicating the infection was leaving my body, slowly but surely. Hopefully I'll be completely fine for treatment next Thursday. I'll also be getting a CT scan after treatment #4 to see how well the chemo is working. It's exciting but nerve-wracking at the same time.

I watched Randy Pausch's "The Last Lecture." I really want to read the book. It's so sad such an amazing person had to be taken from the world. Well, it's so sad when anyone is taken, but this guy was different. You just have to watch it to understand.