Cost for 2: $0.00.  Score!

Meds have been increased, added, and subtracted.  Tests have been taken and statuses are being monitored.  Body parts have been poked and prodded.  Heads have been shrunken.  Feelings have been processed.  Phlebotomists have become intimate with the crook of my left arm (my arm does not reciprocate).

And things are going well, very well, although I’m a little gun shy and am still knocking on wood.

Were I at home tonight, I would have made pasta primavera tossed with some bagna cauda (a pungent saute of garlic, anchovy, crushed red pepper and olive oil).

Come Thursday night, I’m back baby.

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