Routine

I had treatment number ten on Thursday (it looks like I will end up with twelve total). Everything has become pretty much old hat to this point - check in, sit in the waiting room for twenty minutes reading the same Newsweek every time, blood draw, drive home, mom picks me up, treatment begins, I fall asleep, "Scotty the Body" (Dr. Weeks chemo nurse) stops by, I get sick and lose my breakfast, mom drives me home, go to sleep for four hours, wake up, eat dinner, back to sleep for 10-12 more hours... Par for the course.

Friday proved to be a little rougher than the last couple of "day afters". I felt much crappier than in the past, and more or less slept all day. Not sure what the difference was, but Saturday was be much better. I went over to my parents' house to watch Michigan/Notre Dame - Michigan flattened them, though I'm not sure if it was Michigan looking good, or Notre Dame looking awful. Either way, that lifted my spirits. I've still been pretty nauseous most of the day, but I've been eating a lot of ice cream, which makes my stomach feel better. I'm ready for a good night's sleep.