Halfway there

I didn't mean for several days to pass since my last entry, but frankly I haven't had the energy to write at length. I know in my last post I said I would write about Regeneration Records, but I'm going to save that for another time.  Instead I'm just gonna give a quick update.

Today was my fourth and final day of chemo.  I haven't experienced any side effects this time and I will pretty much be chilling all day tomorrow until I receive my donor cells some time on Wednesday.  To be honest my only physical discomfort comes when my bladder is about to explode because I get too lazy sitting in bed all day and put off going to the bathroom until the last minute.

I've learned that five or six nurses here have labradors.   I was listening to Leeway today ("Rise and Fall") and my nurse asked me what it was because she thought it sounded awesome.  I can't think of a third stand-alone sentence before my next paragraph.

A couple nights ago I was watching a terrible movie from my childhood, "The Dirt Bike Kid."  Along with Rad, this was one of the movies I used to rent when I stayed home from school with a cold.  (There used to be a general/news store in the town I grew up called Dorothy's, owned by an old couple, and they used to rent VHS tapes.  They had this giant binders with photocopies of all the box covers I used to page through but usually I settled on one of these two movies.  Now I watch them on youtube).  Anyway, this movie is an absolute piece of trash but it was fun to skip around and watch the good parts.  I forgot that the bad guy in the movie is a banker named Mr. Hodgkins.  How appropriate.

Earlier today a young woman around my age stopped by my room and introduced herself as the chaplain.  I was visited by a chaplain the last time I was in the hospital, but he had the sense to ask me if I was interested in speaking with a chaplain and avoided wasting both of our time.  This woman on the other hand asked me how my time in the hospital has been, so I had to answer her to not be rude. When I told her it is going well, she paused and said, "Why's that?"  She would pause and ask a question in response to anything I said.  "How do you do that?" "What do you mean?"  I couldn't tell if she was just a poor conversationalist, or if she was hoping to engage me in some religious discussion.    Eventually she asked if I was raised with any sort of faith, and I told her no.  Liife would probably be easier if I had been.

Out of here soon.  Thanks for reading and I will post again when I am home.

H