There is always a sterile bandage covering the opening where my catheter comes out of my chest. After about a week, though, it starts getting a little worn. The hole is still covered, which is the important part. Other than that, I've been feeling strangely fine (name that band!); eating too much, not moving enough. So life is good. I think I'm going to start volunteering at the Arboretum here. It's a big nature/tree place, all outdoors, all beautiful. Hopefully, I'll be on the Safety Bike Patrol. Basically I'd get to ride my bike outside for four hours a few times a week making sure visitors are following the rules and whatnot. I'm excited. That won't start until June though, so my excitement is somewhat restrained.
And that's it. I go in to the hospital tomorrow. I am dreading it. The hospital is one of the most unpleasant places to be. Thank God it will, again, only be for about five days. And I have a paper I would like to write, so hopefully that will keep me busy. I really won't have anything else to do, so there is no reason why I shouldn't write the stupid thing... Bah, procrastination. Alright, see you at the cancer wing. Peace.