Up Late and Wired

For some reason the last couple nights I've had trouble falling asleep, so I'm up late. Right now I feel better than I did before chemo. My cough is going away, I have a lot of energy, and my head feels nice and streamlined with the buzz. I am sitting here now trying to watch my hair fall out but there is none falling out. I am almost getting tired of waiting. I really hope the patch of fur in the middle of my chest falls out though, because it is really unsightly. I have an appointment tomorrow with my oncologist and I have no idea what time I am supposed to be there. I am going to have to pull a Cancer Card. I do know that I have to go by the Laboratory first to get my blood drawn by a really nice guy named Jose that has taken two tries to draw my blood each time I go in. The Laboratory is on Level A with the CT/MRI, Radiology, Nuclear Medicine and Medical Oncology. I go to all of those places for whatever sadistic, alien-probing, painful, radioactive procedure they have for me. They always involve a needle, usually a hospital gown mini-skirt, and sometimes a giant machine that microwaves me while everyone else stands behind large, protective, radiation-proof walls to avoid its mutating rays.