Something funny: I don't know where those potatoes came from. I mean...I strategically arranged them, of course, but how did they get into my groceries? I did not shop for potatoes. I'm pretty sure I didn't pay for potatoes. Hmmm...wait lemme check my receipt. (oh yeah...i had to give my reciept to the pharmicist so he could give me aleve. Apparently Aleve is this hardcore drug or something. There is a whole process in order to get it. I had to sign my name and stuff.) I got two gallons of water, two cans of soup, a box of Aleve for headache/sinus, and two headbands. When I came upstairs to my apartment and put my groceries down, alas, POTATOES!So eventually I had to at least try to do something vaguely entertaining with them.
I could cook them, I guess.
My body is all fucked up guys.
My chest hurts. But this is the least of things.
I've got to start cutting down Prednisone tomorrow...take it to 30 for a few days...then to 20, until the 15th or so. Then, I don't really know what I am supposed to do. But I'll figure it out.
I was a little nervous about taking the Aleve because it says it can cause stomach bleeding when mixed with steroids but Kerry, Dr. Hoppe's assisstant, said a little bit would be okay. (Not stomach bleeding...the Aleve).
My head is like a big balloon.
Supposed to teach a "bluebird dance" tomorrow for Music Recreation Techniques.
Should be interesting.
I feel really strange!
I've been crying a lot today.
Not as much since I got home.
The parking lot of the grocery store.
That is a very neutral space I guess.
Or else it must be damn heartbreaking to me.
I am wearing my Relay For Life "Survivor" shirt today.
