Wednesday, July 1, 2009

good or bad or I can't tell

Well, it seems that the celbripocalypse is nigh. I hope Karl Malden didn't leave Earth without his American Express.

I've lost 45 pounds since February. It's a mixture of things - no steroids, working steadily, cutting three inches off of the dinner plates, influenza/recurrence. I'll take it. It means I can fit into sizes I haven't seen since my wedding. I can wear large shirts comfortably - with room to spare! It's weird.

I'm still gettng out of breath when I do anything.

I am being referred to a Doctor at Sloan Kettering in NYC for new treatment with "no side effects". It is in quotes because I don't believe it yet. Two days every month for three to four months, possibly longer if they can't find a donor.

Getting new floors and going deeper in debt. however, the carpets here are disgusting, dander and dust filled bacterial breeding grounds.

Found a possible artist for a story I've written.

That's all for today.

Maybe.

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