So update on my life;
Five hours in from the injection.
I feel sick. It's hard to write and apparently I have called for my mother four times, I can't remember doing any of it. I feel as if you were to get king hit it would somewhat feel like this; Hazy mind, complete and utter lack of control over speech.
I feel as if I am in slow motion. The roof is still white though.
I need someone to paint that.
Sincerely,
Cancer is a bitch
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