I slept okay last night. I have this weird sense of ill-being, like very high tension in my neck and shoulder areas. I’m probably am anxious because of the side effects of the treatment and feel a little strung out as if my body was not at peace. It’s basically waging a war against itself and I have no control over it.
Executive ER at 9am
Second treatment goes the same as the first. But, this time my roommate A came with me for support. She read to me from her sustainability book and I was distracted. We were done in no time. But, this time I had asked the nurse to remove the needle since I wasn’t going to come back for the third treatment until Monday and didn’t want to walk around all day Sunday with a needle sticking out of my arm. Yesterday, while trying to unbuckle my seat belt I hit my arm and it hurt like a motherbeeper. So, I had it taken out.
I want to create a creative space in my room that is conducive to my writing and my thought flowing.
A and I went to see Jeremy Messersmith somewhere in Echo Park. We were 2 of about 8 fans that showed up. Jeremy’s a musician based in Minneapolis where A used to live. Apparently he’s huge back there. I enjoyed his music. I was a little ADD because of the steroids, so I was distracted and can’t give a better opinion other than I liked it. But, it was a much needed distraction against anything else.