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I was in a terrible space today.  I woke up with a headache and a very sore throat.  Since I am a person that is NEVER sick this not only made me not feel well but messed with my head!  One is not supposed to be sick prior to going into chemo.  So my apologies to those I came across today and especially Marge, Tony, Keeley and Zac who had to put up with my miserable grouchy space!

All fine at the surgeon, although it was a surreal scene out of Pulp Fiction (when the needle is sticking out of Uma Thurman's chest) for about 10 minutes.  Ugh.

Then off to the oncology dept to get the run down on all the possible ways I am going to feel horrible in the coming week/months.  I told Marissa I had been looking forward to meeting with her but I took it all back after our talk.  She said she gets that a lot.  I asked her why she did what she did for a living...but it sounded kind of like my job...she loves what she does and she meets great people (just not always given the greatest of circumstances).  I get that.

Off I go to bed...in a sour space (but feel like I've almost kicked the worst of it with the 20 000 mg of Vitamin C I put in me on top of washing it down with the Green Gunk (made especially by Tony) and the Everything Juice (made by me) and the mint and lemongrass tea (made straight from the garden).  Tomorrow I'll be back on track and ready to get on the chemotrain.