It's always something!

GI problems in check? Check!

Skin tone normal? Check!

Vision blurry? WTF?

Nowhere in my Chemo Drug for Dummies leaflets does it say, "this one will make your vision blurrier than normal when you don't have you glasses on, but then normal when you do have them on." At least as far as I can tell from attempting to read the leaflets now that I have the aforementioned vision issue.

So, that's not too bad, I guess, as side effects go. I'm a bit more tired than I recall last time, probably because I did a good job staying on the anti-nausea drugs, each of which carries a "makes you drowsy" warning.

But overall, Round 2 is better than Round 1, although I was hoping for a hottie to walk around with a Round Card like they do in boxing or MMA. Not that I don't have a hottie right here to do it, but Marcie seems preoccupied. Oh well, maybe Round 3...

Can I kick it?

Many thanks to one of my farthest-away, yet closest supporters, Ghila, for today's musical inspiration... Listen past the first few seconds, there's a song in there.

I'm told my late-night posting is not as concise, so I'll try to stick to respectable hours. Today's amazing moment was when I received a call around 6 pm from Sherrie, the nurse at Dr. Z's. I had called her yesterday at a particularly low point before certain meds had kicked in to control the GI fun. She was concerned about me and wanted to make sure everything was under control. So she called me. On her time. And, no, Stu B, I don't think it's because she's fallen under my spell.

I can't even begin to compare that to the experience I and others have had at our favorite local University hospital. Just today one of our readers was abandoned for hours on end, left to decide whether it was important to reconnect the heart monitor after going to the bathroom. Answer: yes it was important, but nobody came to check when it wasn't reconnected for over an hour, so disconnected or dying apparently nets the same response. Not seeing an actual doctor for 18 hours until literally dressed to leave, missing procedures because the staff on the floor forgot - you know, the usual.

Sorry, I know this is supposed to be about me getting better, but now I'm just getting pissed. Some of our closest friends are amazing doctors and nurses working in that very hospital, and we literally owe our lives to their dedication, and to the great medical work that gets done there. The people working there know everything there is to know about treating patients, but treating people? That's where the institution falls flat on its face.

Well, I feel better now... And like I said, that's what this is supposed to be about, isn't it?