I had a bit of a frigged up day.
Went to the hospital this morning for my next 3 day set of chemo.
Well, it turnes out that their version of Agent Orange has managed to kill off all the baddies for now, but unfortunately most of the friendlies went down the drain as well.
Can you say: collateral damage!
So I'll get to wait another week for the good cells to rebuild, then another dose of Agent Orange.
Since I couldn't eat for 3 days after the last treatment, I hadn't shopped for dinner.
So I marinated some Tofu and fried it with mushrooms and Savoy cabbage, all of which were in the fridge.
About 20 minutes after we went to bed, the mail order bride aid:" I need a bucket".
So I hurried downstairs, grabbed the new bucket we use for washing floors.
While I was struggling to get the attachment for wringing the mop dry off, I heard a nasty sound from upstairs.
Can you say: projectile vomiting!
She had managed to spray the wall next to the bed for almost 7 feet!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
After wiping it down, I realized that with the color and texture, I could have let it dry, sawed out the drywall and sold it for a fortune.
Can you say: Jackson Pollock!
In a while I'll go up and put a wet cloth on her forehead.
I had taken tomorrow off, and bought ferry tickets for a small island off the coast of Sealand.
That is not going to happen.