I'm out and back at the apartment driving Chris crazy. The steroids from this last round of chemo make me feel like I'm vibrating. I can't sleep and I can't sit still even though I'd like nothing more than to crash. Chris said that I had the same problem the last time I came out, but I can't remember.
No appointments tomorrow, but I do have a lumbar puncture on Tuesday, as well as an appointment with Dr. Thomas. We forgot to pick up my blood test results from the hospital today, so Chris has me on frozen dinners until he knows what my counts are. I cannot recommend the pork riblet dinner with potatoes and corn. It might have been pork, it may have been possum. I couldn't say.
I'm too jittery to type anything else, so I'll have to leave the rest up to Chris when he gets back from laundry duty. Sorry this post was so crazy.