Mailbox Humor

Today I looked like a wierdo yet again. Amidst the cancer haze I forgot to check my mail for like a week so I went to get my mail out this evening. It was actually about 12:15 in the morning. The only way to carry it was to stuff it in the front of my shirt and tuck it in while I crutched my 8 pound pile of Albertson's coupons to my room. Of course, I looked like I was either (a) pregnant or (b) wierd; we can rule out (a) because the PET scan was negative on that one.

Update on medical condition: The bacterial infection is subsiding due to giant antibiotic pills...seriously huge pills...like nearing an inch long...ridiculous to swallow...probably killing the bacteria by sitting on them with their fat pill behinds. I feel great though despite having to enlarge my neck like a snake eating a moose to get these pills in me. My sense of smell has returned and I have discovered that the chemo has heightened it...now I can differentiate my clean and dirty clothes from accross the room.

I have a couple pictures uploaded. One of me coaching in Dallas, and one of me getting my buzz when my "friends" left a rat-tail on the side of my head. That was only temporary though, it's all buzzed. I'll get a picture of my cool buzz before it starts looking patchy and I shave it all the way into a shiny dome.