Well, even with two naps yesterday by half-time of the Jazz game (they were down a bunch) I was exhausted, so I thought at 8:30 p.m. why fight it? Slept 'til 1:30 a.m., whizzed, slept 'til 4:30 a.m. By my count that is 8 good ones, though I am still tired this morning. However, I remark that above, because it is. Remarkable. First good night in awhile, but indicative of the fact that there is much sleeping to be done 'twixt now and full recovery. Also, the whiz data are not thrown in carelessly. The chemo has had me up every two to three hours nightly, so last night is much more like old times (i.e., since prostatectomy now 9 yrs ago). Perhaps I have excreted most of the chemo poisons by now?
Mixed results on the headaches. Needed two aspirin upon arising, but obviously the amount of pain was less because my sleep was, with the singular exception, uninterrupted. I don't want to take a lesson from the absence of the workout and the practicing. But, I suppose I must. Right now I still have enough neuropathy, that a simple 4-5 heel raises one day produces more edema and very sore shin muscles the next. The same is true for the embouchere. Fuck it. If I feel like practicing and working out, I am going to. Soon all that other crap will vanish.
Oh yeah: The Jazz won by 3, per usual, through the other team's last second miss.
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