Holy crapola, kids. Boy, do I ever feel sick.
My body has not reacted well to my most recent eyeball shot. My head hurts like a sonufabitch, I'm horribly nauseated, and, well, let's just say my eye is its own gunk factory. Not good.
Everything around my eye hurts - I feel like I've gone a couple of rounds with Mike Tyson, George Foreman, and Ali, all at the same time. I touched my nose tonight and just about jumped out of my skin.
I'm going to brew some ginger tea and see if that will help with the nausea. I have to remind myself, this is a funky-ass cancer drug I had injected in my head. I should not be surprised by any surprises that pop up...
Ugh... I have a funny feeling I will not be at work in the morning, unless a miracle occurs in the next seven or eight hours.
In other news, some wonderful person spent $53 on my Soviet pay phone sign. Gawd bless him and gawd bless eBay.