First week of
Uruk's Last Ride With Radiation down (well, 3 days worth). I fell asleep around 6-6:30 p.m. yesterday. I was so tired. but I honestly think it's stress more than the radiation itself that's doing it to me. Otherwise I feel fine, other than my body clock being all screwed up for going to sleep at FRIGGIN DINNER TIME ON A FRIDAY

Christ, cos & Homer probably weren't even UP yet.
3 more weeks of it (with a week off in the middle for a trip to Atlanta), then off to cosurukhole2013. After that, I'm doing some kind of voodoo ####; I've got all of the lit Lucy Liu gave me, but haven't read it yet. I've found I've parcelled my forward-thinking down to "what do I have to do next?" in regards to this ####. I know that's not smart, but it gets too big and overwhelming if I don't.
Plus, this is IT. If it doesn't work, I'm not doing any more. I was ready to quit last Fall, but my Mom talked me into giving it one more shot. I have access to enough Morphine & Moonshine to get me to the other side to mitigate the worst of any pain. The only thing I'm a little concerned about is if I linger too long in a bad state without dying. My Mom can't cover me as Dad has dementia and needs her full-time. My Brother has his own #### to deal with. I've got a "no machine-living, do not bring back to life" clause in my will, but I'm not sure what to do if I don't reach that point but am still in deep ####.
Guess I need to tell my peeps to give Hospice a call if I get to the point where I'm alive but can't wipe my own butt.