A good line is a good line plaigarized or not...........

Wherever you go, there you are........(attributed to Linda Ellerbee but I’m pretty sure she lifted from someone else).......w’ot the heck? A good line is a good line................
So today, where I wuz......wuz the oncology dept at KP doing my second chemo day.........two down, four to go.........just found out that one of my upcoming appt’s is for Xmas Eve.....and since no one will be working, that’ll have to be changed......just as well, I don’t want to be Zonkered on Xmas Day any hoo..............
Had some interesting conversations with a couple upbeat chemoyans?
chemoites? fellow travellers, as it were.......nice people.....reminded me again how much I have to be thankful for......my p ‘ticklar cancer is spozed to be ‘highly curable’..............a lot of other people have considerably lower odds.......BUT they all seem to be fighters, determined that they’re going to win out in the end.......
Second chemo was a piece of cake.....went in at ten in the AM, out by three PM......Millyrose was there and Cary came.....I sent them out for lunch and they brought me an In and Out Burger (no onions) and fries and a chocolate milkshake......probly a little too much lunch but what the heck?......after I left, I felt a little dizzy and was staggering slightly as tho I were a little drunk so Millyrose drove home.......other than that, I felt good......I took my pill, incl my new sleeping pill and went to bed shortly after nine PM.....couldn’t sleep tho so I did some blogging and took another sleeping pill as per instructions........next morning, I didn’t go to Kelleys in the AM......Milly went by herself and then drove to work......she came home for lunch and asked if I wanted the car but I turned her down ........I still felt lightheaded and was staggering slightly as tho I was still a little drunk.......didn’t feel bad, just a little high......went to bed a little after nine but couldn’t sleep so I st aggered out to the ‘puter.......gonna take another sleeping pill (as per instructions) hopefully conteract the prednisone.........Hope I c’n get up in the morn and go to the gym.....need’a get some sun on this bald pate.......O by the way, coffee tastes good again....hope it sticks around

Talked to my friend Nick today.......he’s just home from hospital with a new knee......looking forward to some good conversation with him now that we can both drink a little coffee.........Nick is a retired policeman and a retired Crimonologist and a bit of amateur historian AND possibly a little strange ‘cuz he likes my poetry. He sez he can’t always figger ‘em out but here’s one for you Nick.

A Poem for Manvil Nicolai Hendrickson

Memories linger..............
whether you want them to or not,
good ones and bad ones
all jumbled together,
like a stew slow cooking in your head.
And like murder,
one day must come out.
Justin Other Smith
October, 2007