Sigh. There is nothing quite like the feeling of waking up and being able to do an extended, whole-body, cat-like, multi-minute, smile-inducing stretch for the FIRST TIME in over FOUR MONTHS … only to spend the next 35 minutes puking and shitting your guts out.
Cancer: You are on my “Needs To Get Shanked” list. I’m sick of your cry for attention every. single. goddamned. morning.