I swear, it’s always something new. And usually unpleasant. Just in the past few weeks, my fingernails have begun to split on almost a daily basis. I’m talking snags and small cracks in the end of the nail, as anyone might get occasionally. They’re also thinner, as evidenced by the reduced amount of pressure required to clip them. It might be my imagination, but their quick seems to have more ridges than they used to.
Uneasy dreams last night, mostly about awkward, failed teen-style attempts at sex, and travel frustrations. Imagine Planes, Trains and Automobiles combined with American Pie, except there was never this one time at band camp. Ah, to have a life of the mind.
This is the last time I go in for the FOLFOX/Avastin cocktail. It seems both a trivial moment and a huge one. My (step)mom,
Speaking of life changes, I direct your attention to this conversation between
We all change, then we change some more. I could just do without the medical drama.