I was NOT glad to come home. Being home means my next treatment ... just when I'm starting to feel better. Still ... I know ... I need and WANT this treatment. Time to put on my big girl panties and get on with it.
Oddly, my next treatment is NOT Wednesday this week. It's on Thursday for a change. That gives me one more day than I had expected for feeling good and getting out and about. Bonus. The trouble with it being on Thursday is that Kevin has a meeting in Regina that he absolutely can't miss, so he won't be able to be with me for this one. No worries, though. I feel confident that this one won't be any different that the last one, which turned out to be no big whoop injection-wise. I'll be just fine.
I'd rather be watching lacrosse.
My Lovely Laminator: A Giveaway - I continue to be madly in love with my laminating machine, so I’m reprising a giveaway I’ve held here before. Even though school’s out for the summer, you ...
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