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Here I go again.  I don’t want to go.  Say I don’t have to go please.  Damn, after all the progress I’ve made now the panic is setting in.  I think I’ve eaten my last meal for a while.  I’m in a panic....HELP! They have to give me a needle.  Did I say how much I hate needles!  Shoot I want to curse and yell all night.  That bottle of Jack Daniels is looking kinda good right now.  Maybe if I’m drunk I won’t remember tomorrow at all.  Then when I show up the following Tuesday, 12/16 to have the scan read I can just hear the good news!  Mrs. Sharpton I do not see any evidence of your cancer.  How the heck am I supposed to go into work and act like everything is ok??

Too tired to blog.  Came home and took a big knock-out pill. Going back to bed now.  Ugh...I hate needles.  Hubby took some blackmail photos to show everyone what a big baby I am.  I love his sense of humor but today he tested my last nerve.  Good night my buds.


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