It's a Mousey kind of Life

what do you call it?

I have left the house twice in the past two weeks with my Case Manager from CMH to do paperwork. D had to sternly tell me as I'm going out the door "make sure you're reading what you are signing". I just roll my eyes and ask him "why wouldn't I?".

Had chemo on Thursday and it is knocking me on my ass this time. It feels like my insides, especially my muscular structure, has melted and it is filling up my legs, making them heavy and hard to manage. I'm fine as long as I don't have to move.

my head feels like a bobble head doll.my eyesight is blurry. I don't want to do anything but lay around and hopefully sleep.

I hate myself for not writing. I just can't get myself to put pen to paper or even try to type something. I guess I'll settle for the sporadic blog entries.