Canceriffic

GREAT NEWS!

My skin is peeling like bad sunburn. Yes, and it's awesome. When it peels off there's fresh raw skin and it hurts. WOOOOO!

Also, I pinched a nerve in my lower back and it radiates down my leg. The doctor said it happens a lot because of radiating that pelvic region and laying on the metal table every day for weeks. WOOOO x 2!!!

Along with the continued bathroom issues and pain while I urinate, radiation has been such a joy. Every day I open my eyes and my first thought is "IT'S CHRISTMAS!!". I'm only slightly disappointed that it's another fun day of radiation.

Jill talks to everyone.

Lines at grocery stores (or anywhere for that matter). People in waiting rooms.. anyone who will lend an ear to her siren of a gob. I avoid eye contact and smile when eyes DO meet. I avoid chit-chat because I hate it. Small talk is the bane of my existence. I told Jill every time I walk into the radiation room the tech will say 1 of 3 things:

So, is it hot out there?

How was your weekend?
Got anything planned for the weekend?

I guess they dropped "How are you feeling" altogether because DUH I HAVE CANCER ASSHOLE!

"So, how are you feeling today?"

4 out of 5 patients would say "Well, I'm peeing blood and I don't have long to live". So yeah, dumb question.

Anyway, yesterday a guy sat down in front of Jill and she, of course, started up conversation and the man immediately burst into tears when she asked how he was doing. His wife has cancer and it's not her first rodeo. That's bad news. 2nd / 3rd time means it's no joke.

See Jill? This is what you get when you talk to strangers at cancer pavilions. When she meets me to see the doctor (every Wednesday we see the doctor) she's crying. She tells me what happened and for some reason I'm very irritated.

No reason why I told you this story. I guess the lesson is: Don't talk to strangers or you might cry.

I have 2 more appointments. My last day is Friday and I'm terribly happy. I just can't imagine this happening again because I won't make it. I will refuse treatment because I HATE IT SO MUCH IT'S NOT FUNNY!

I'm a horrible patient. I can't get out of there fast enough. I don't want to be looked upon as ill or needful.. or something.

Jill continues to be amazing and helpful and kind throughout my cantankerous moods and hissy fits.

Bills keep pouring in and I keep ignoring them. PLEASE CALL US ABOUT YOUR BILL! Why? To say "I'm waiting to claim bankruptcy".

My roof needs serious repair. It went from a $200.00 drywall repair to "It'll probably be around $5,000".

I hate them. I'm having my nephew Kristopher take care of it. He's awesome and I won't have to worry that it's done wrong. I'd rather pay him than some twitchy dork who can't maintain eye contact.

UGHHHHH
I told you it'd be a bitchfest. I feel like a popped zit though. All the icky is gone. :D

TA-DAAAAA!