2/13/21
My birthday was today. I'm 65. Was kind of hoping for a better day than it turned out to be, but it is what it is. Some days are good, some aren't. Today aren't. The aliens have officially taken over the mother board in my brain. And they're stomping on it. Can't seem to get rid of this headache and my head feels huge and heavy - like that guy, Jack, the Jack-in-the-Box dude. I'm not going to go into all my current ailments - just know they're coming out of the woodwork. This is day 4 after my first chemo. Tomorrow will be day 5, and supposedly the worst will be over. Until my next treatment, that is. It's so nice having Courtney and her family here right now. They're going to have to stay a tad bit longer than they planned because the roads are too icy to get back home. We haven't lost power yet, but the worst is yet to come. I hope it stays on - just don't need that right now. I got several cards and phone calls for my birthday today, and that was delightful.
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