I cleared the
long Covid test yesterday and was returned to my old cell, and unit. I had to put everything back, which surely
was a waste of time, but it is nice to
be out and about. I was finally able to
watch Svengoolie, however, Black Friday (1940), despite starring Bela Lugosi
and Boris Karloff, is not the strongest offering.
Rains washed out
both the morning and evening outdoor recreation. I was caught in one helluva downpour going to
get my cancer medication at 4:30 pm. My
shoes were filled with rainwater, and it is not the longest walk.
I put more time
into my cubist self-portrait, and am about to start laying out my
in-the-style-of Van Gogh self-portrait.
I am exhausted.
Rumor has it I
will be shipping out to the Oshkosh Correctional Institution on Wednesday. But a little birdie also told me he has me
for a hospital transport, he believed, is Wednesday.
We shall see what
happens.
I held my blood
thinner tonight in case I go to the hospital tomorrow. That way we can go right into interthecal
chemotherapy, if that is what we decide.
My arms are so
heavy.
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