Yeah. Ironically it's my anti-rejection pills that messed things up. It just so happened that the tumours decided to crop up beneath my stomach and in my small intestine.
Man, I'm in a funk today. All my writing is making me annoyed, I'm having to stop myself from deleting the last 1000 words I wrote. Currently writing about nurses. That topic seems alright, though I may decide to turn my head to poetry tomorrow and take a break from this memoir stuff. ("Tomorrow" being after I go to sleep since it's past midnight already ;:)
My sister in law is having her birthday today. It's a dress funny party. My friend is wearing her poncho with her brain-eating zombie hat, my cousin is a Hawaiian viking, my friend is all in paisley, and I'm wearing miss-matched camo with my "you can't see me" shirt.