My intolerance for this kind of weather.
My stifling cold.
My (or should I say, our) sleep deprivation.
My treatment.
My stupid fucking cancer.

I feel like all the juice has been squeezed out of me and only shredded pulp remains.


Signature illegible, Kodiak, AK said...

Rx: One Milkshake PO x1 now
Repeat prn; may substitute turtle sundae for similar results.
Sig: Take slowly with a hug and smile from your honey and irresistible laugh and/or coo from your daughter.
Disp: #1
Refills: QOD x 1 year

Vance said...

Hang tough, B.


Sugarmouth O'Riordan said...

Dr. Roomie--I am so all over that. Fortunately the Michael's on the west side has a drive thru.

Vance--Sometimes when I'm all gloom/doom, you guys need to be all: "brigita--go take a frickin nap!"

Because 98% of the time it's the sleep dep talking.

Kris said...

I made you a present. It'll go in the mail tomorrow. I hope you like it!

(Presents always cheer me up.)

Bridget said...
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Sugarmouth O'Riordan said...

Music to my cancer-free ears, girl. You are the bestest! Thanks much in advance. :)