Take boiled lobster and you've got a good idea of how angry red my chest is. Crispy red. What's red?
Like an apple.
Like a tomato.
Like a heart.
Like a National baseball cap.
Like a red sharpie marker.
Like a fire engine.
Red. I've decided the color will be named Hot Magenta. Hot Magenta was Stef's favorite color when she was three. She called it "Homagenttttta" and then would crack up laughing. I'm not laughing though.
Doubling up on the pain patch with the Docs blessing. Which means I won't be able to drive so I'm back to square one where I was in September. 9 more treatments to go plus Pain Patch x 2. I'm living the high life here, literally.