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Muscadines are now in season.... picked some up at a stand.... this makes me very happy.          

        I woke up with the monks again last night. 3 am is an interesting hour. I'm never sure what to do with myself. Sometimes I pray for people, sometimes I watch a cool documentary that Jonathan would care nothing about, or read some, or blog, or just sit there for a little while and think, "seriously, is this really happening, has this happened." The latter is what I did last night, and then fell asleep in the recliner till 4 or so. That gave Jonathan a chance to sleep since I'm officially a snorer. See the swelling from the prednisone is making me snore, at least that is what the docs are saying but we won't know for sure until I'm off the meds. The new medication, Exjade, is making me feel about 10% more like I have chemo brain and making me a little sick to my tummy.
             Someone gave us some money today to help with finances, then I got a speeding ticket.... I was really sick to my stomach and was trying to get home. The Cancer card, nor the sick card, worked on this officer, maybe my eyebrows are a little to thick now. Anyway, I have to go to the court date to try not to get the points on my licence, so I will be dying my hair a crazy color and then shaving it before the court date. Hey if I have to be part of the system I might as well work it. I'm going to get the Dr. to write a note proving that I indeed just started this medication and was in all likely hood about to poop my pants. I don't generally wish for vomiting but dang, I wish it was coming on that way so at least I could have got it out while I was parked and maybe out of the ticket.
              I found out  today that I am indeed singing the National Anthem at the Be the Match run on Sept. 24th!!!!!!!!!!!!!  I'm so excited. This is the third musical opportunity I have had in the last week. God is good, and since I'm not typing so much for work, I feel like playing my guitar since my hands don't hurt so bad. I did however, pull a muscle in my hand spray painting a flower pot I got at a yard sale. Who knew spray paint could be so dangerous.
                 Tomorrow, at my Emory appointment, I hope a few things. One, that he will tell me these side effects will go away, because I feel like crap. That he reduces my prednisone and I don't break out into a rash or have more GVHD that causes me to stay on it, that he will tell me I can vacuum, that I can clean fish, that he will donate lots of money to my Be the Match Run team, and that I don't have to come back to see him for at least 3-4 weeks. Oh, and I want to win the lotto, I must play first, so that I don't have to deal with insurance, cobra, SSDI, medicaid, and whatever else paperwork is being given to me.
                I'm driving myself in the morning so pray for that and I'm super excited about going to breakfast with a girl that had a stem cell transplant the week after me and we have kept in touch. She is finally able to get out more and we are going to celebrate. I look forward to seeing the staff at Emory, they are always so encouraging and I love that they know me, I feel like VIP there ;) Of course, you catch more flies with honey than vinegar and I can lay down some honey, but isn't that so much easier anyway?