A final comment and ten days of distress

So Shannon reminded me of a thought that I had regarding one of the last photos that I showed (If you go back to my last entry, it's the top image). The picture is of an all too usual looking man squatting (I think this is the best word for the picture, by the way.) It's of this all too usual looking man sitting down as St. Joe's welcomes all of their patients to take a seat...and a load off. While this gesture is all too considerate, the image that they're using is fairly hilarious, and I think everyone thought of this guy pooping on the chair (to put it nicely) when they saw it. I'm welcoming any other foul descriptions of this image too (be careful with your wording, though, my niece is on here occasionally).


SOOOO... I haven't written in 10 days because I was horribly ill with what I first thought was a hangover (off of two beers, ha!), then I thought was the flu as it persisted so long, and finally have come to find out is a fairly advanced case of Hydrocephalus--fluid accumulation in the brain. (This picture was from when I was trying out for the Perry Mason look-a-like role).

It started out rather poetically actually. I was flying down 75 South trying to get to Bob's Dirt Worshipper show on the Tech campus downtown--in time. When all of a sudden, there were flashing lights behind me. Yep. I got busted doing 79 in a 55. That hurts. I'm going to have to pay for the fee and then go downtown to see if they can reduce the mph overage on that one. One year=totaling my car + 24 mph over the speed limit. Not good.

Then I couldn't find the show, got lost, and found the place just as they were finishing. Not one note, my ears never heard. Everything being loaded up and in order, they gave me a ride back to my car and we went over to The Local for a couple of brews, then we headed home. No problem until about 10 AM Saturday morning. Then the puking began and it didn't end 6 hours later. Yuck.

I recovered from that little event...kind of...and then it began all over again five days later. Since then I've been sleeping almost constantly, eating very little, the welt on my head has been taking on vampiric proportions, AND duh duh da dahhhh...my hair's starting to come out now.

So as I feel incredibly attractive right now (and not at all like some kind of horrific looking mutated beast scouring the deep dark waters searching ever so cautiously each night for my prey obscured by its innate look of innocence) I think this is a fairly low note for me right now, so I'd appreciate any advice that you guys have for me right now or just tell me to keep my chin up. Either way, I know I'll make it through this. Maybe just not as quickly (or easily) as I was thinking before.


I'm flying up to Johns Hopkins again tomorrow to try and get this shunt in and back down here to Atlanta in as few days as possible. Missing a day of radiation is not in the radiation deck of cards so to speak. Although it happens to just about everyone, the major studies haven't been published with people that need to get a shunt put in amidst their radiation schedule. Here's to five more days sans radiation.