A Few Bullet Points to Bring Us Up to Date

A friend in grad school who'd served a lengthy term in the Air Force once told a story about being on maneuvers the main feature of which was sleep deprivation. He said that at one point he started sobbing because it was his job to read the map and after however many days without sleep he couldn't do it. After this most recent round of chemo, I'm beginning to better understand how he got to that point.

I'd forgotten about the cumulative effects of chemotherapy. I hate the cumulative effects of chemotherapy.

I think the last time I slept as much as I did this past week was when I got a viral infection that put me down for a week and left me with Type 1 diabetes.

Sadly, I did not win the $800M PowerBall drawing on Saturday. Given the run of luck I've had over the past year or so, I figured I was due for something good to happen to balance out the scales. Apparently, not. Then again, $1.3B would have a much larger balancing effect, so maybe the planets will align -- i.e., a random event will occur to which I can assign after the fact meaning -- for me on Wednesday.

I'm now one week back from Costa Rica and exactly zero days into my Couch to 5K training. If I don't get started soon, I'm not going to be able to walk five kilometers much less jog or run them. 

Words I did not want to hear from my chosen designer: no reputable artist would tattoo someone undergoing chemotherapy. 

Not that I'm complaining, but how on earth did that guy miss that field goal?

And with that I think we're current again.