May it all resolve well, Ginger.
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I have felt like crap since January. I'm on chemo number three, but so far I'm still not making blood cells. My life is one medical thing after another, punctuated by collapsing on the bed.
Man, Ginger. I hope things ease soon.
Classes start tomorrow. Just dislocated my shoulder, and it feels like every tendon in there got pulled. Wonderful.
Yeah, Ginger, here's hoping you get a boost soon.
Oh, gosh, Hil . . . Did it go back in?
Yeah, it's back in. I took a whole bunch of painkillers. Now I'm watching the first James Marsters episode of Torchwood, which is at least a nice distraction.
That sucks, Ginger. I hope things improve for you soon.
Sorry about the shoulder, Hil.
Ouch, Hil. Rotten timing too. This is kind of gross, but that's why my mom and I joke that the best laxative in the world is for her to act like she's going somewhere.
Ugh Ginger, I hope the medical stuff eases up for you soon.
And ouch, Hil. Not fun, hope the recupperation period is brief.
I spent half of yesterday getting ready to move stuff today, and all of today moving a bunch of stuff from my sister's place. And now my other sister is telling me I need to try and help my brother negotiate moving into her place since he won't do for himself. Ugh. I just want to be done taking care of other people's shit, you know? I am just barely hanging in there myself. Oh, and like Hil, classes start tomorrow for me too. fun summer.