I am wiped out. For good reason aside from the meds, but still. The volume of laundry done this evening and the 2 corned beefs I cooked (Steve, Paco, Mom: Lovers of the Meal) cooked. But the idea of starting Temodar tomorrow is freaking me out a bit. A rash already exists on my forearms, but not hives. Who knows what causes what. It seems everything can cause everything.
So I was exhausted and bummed from fighting with Paco (we got through it, but ugh) and an overtired Lemon and having to do major chores. So I called Shan to get my toosh in gear. And I also received another insistence on caretaking/visiting the end of this week. I know I can ask. I just don’t until I am at my darkest. As though I am saving up every offer for another time. But then, it seems like magic that every month someone is here during the Temodar round. That is awesome.