In the ward, I’m having such a blast.
But why, oh why, won’t the chemo come fast?
Hydration now and more ’til nine,
To protect the bladder from malicious enzymes.
But another logjam makes ten-thirty the hour.
Impatience–no virtue–only makes me more sour.
So no updates at all, very sorry to say,
At least bad effects are still holding at bay.
Dedicated to Neta and her visit to my glorious 11th-floor bachelorette pad overlooking downtown Dallas. Amenities include but are not limited to multiple hand-washing stations; several “call don’t fall” pull strings; fancy shower seat; bed with sweet light, TV, and position controls; two hangers; and an actual asshat.