In other news, I will not be getting tests done this week. Looks like that will be next week. Instead, I will wallowing around the Rotary House with a cold. I do nothing but wallow.
The Rotary House has asked me to leave, eventually. Most of their guests don't stay as long for one period of time. But since I can't seem to get this cancer out of my body I am not like most of their guests. Plus I'm under eighty years old, am not from Bum-F Texas and more faster than Flash on the Carol Burnett Show. This polite eviction won't happen for a while, though. I think they're giving me one more month. Hopefully I will be able to take pics of the Elvis Impersonator before then.