Quick, while I can.

I'm free. They kicked me out of the hospital when the nurse busted me smoking weed in my room at 1 am. Sike, naw, f'realdo. I was discharged from Strong on Wednesday, about 1 day ahead of schedule. I've always been better than average.

Of course, you all should have known this a long time ago, and I would have been writing and all that, except for the whole thing where shitty days + inability to communicate or focus = no blog entries. Add to the general malaise the whole "let's get me off the steady morphine drip all of a sudden" and I was not a happy camper for the last week.

Not that all was lost. I finally have a proto-immune system. It's the little things, folks. In fact, I should be on the low end of 'normal' right about now, although a straight, upward path is not guaranteed by any means.

The other good news, of course, is that I'm home. All I have to do now is get rid of the night sweats and find a new brain, and I'll be back to normal. As for larger questions of normalcy, I won't know for a little while yet whether I'm completely cancer free. Of course, I'll holla when I know.

Alright, no more focus. Bai.