I... really don't feel good. I think I slept through Andy's possible visit, dammit. And my head hurts. Maybe I should lay low for a few days. Could be just a headcold or something... pfft. Who am I kidding. Huge tumor in my head, and pain is indicative of a cold? Yeah, doc's gonna have my head if he found out I thought that. Maybe it's the chemo. In which case, waiting a few days would help. It would go away eventually. The nosebleeds are starting up again, though. Fuckfuckfuck.
Gods. I don't even want to think right now.
Yeah, I'll lay low for a bit. Then I won't have to think. I'll think later. Let doc have a weekend without worrying about me at all.
I wonder what Helene's up to.
Maybe I should schedule that visit with doc Atherley.
And... maybe I should stop typing because I just got blood on the keys. Dammit. Stupid nose.
Stupid tumor.
Stupid me and thinking too much.