Man's Search For Meaning

After taking my first antibiotic pill (this one was much smaller than the huge ones I took during my first round of chemo), I laid down and took a nap. I awoke to find that my cough had died down to a comfortable 1 hack per minute. This 1:1 ratio is pretty good considering I was at about 4:1 prior to the pill. Also, the volume of tainted mush I was bringing forth has decreased significantly. The other health side note is that I have had some hip discomfort lately, but it is actually on the side of my hip, which is actually where my femur is. This likely is due to muscle fatigue and a slightly abnormal gait (not confirmed by anyone with actual credentials...just my own professional opinion). I really should be doing my physical therapy excercises. Once I woke up, I finished off a good read: Man's Search For Meaning, by Viktor Frankl. I loved it. And now, since I slept all day, I am awake at 3:45 and I'm not really tired, then that led to me starting to briefly write about the book I read, and that led to it getting too involved and long and not brief, and that led to me taking it out of this blog and writing this run-on sentence instead. If I finish my tome of a blog comment in this other word document I have open then I'll post it later so you can hear what is going on inside of my brain in addition to what is happening in my acetabulum and bowels.