The cancer has spread all throughout R.’s stomach. He can no longer eat at all.
They probably aren’t even going to let him come home with Hospice.
And later today I have to go be funny.
Edit netgoth is posting more details on her journal. If you don’t read it and want to know what’s going on keep looking over there.
They have scheduled a CAT Scan of R.’s head. Apparently they have reason to suspect that something is going on up there.
Mom won’t leave the hospital.
R. is back in the hospital. They went in at 1:30 AM this morning. Last time they told him it was an ulcer and that he had to make sure he kept eating. He’s been eating, but he’s still throwing up. Some if it is blood.
He’s asking for prayers.
More as I find out.
The St. Petersburg Times has a review of The Boys Next Door on the second page of the City and State section today. I haven’t been able to find it online yet.
It’s a good review. I’ll post links to it as soon as they are available.
Your current weight | 268.8 lbs
Weight change since your last recorded weight | +5.1 lbs
Total weight change to date | -150.4 lbs
Bleh.
I was expecting that and it still sucks. I got a feelling that a lot of it is water related, though. When I woke up this morning I had cotton mouth, like I had been drinking, but all I had last night at the bar was a Red Bull. I think I’m definitely dehydrated.
No worries. Valentine’s Week is over.
I feel like someone beat the shit out of me with a huge fucking box of doughnuts.
Two more performances. Then I get a few days off.
Oh boy! Whew!
The Boys Next Door is finally open. We’ve had two audiences now, and so far it’s been very well received. Critics from all three of the local papers were apparently in the house last night, so that’s out of the way and we can forget that particular little worry.
I’m very proud of the work we’ve done in this show, and the fact that the director of HARC came back to the dressing room to give us kudos last night was a nice indicator that we aren’t making a joke of our characters.
Now if only I could stop stepping on mollyq‘s feet.
In other news…
Tomorrow ought to be fun. I’ve got to get caught up in my college classes. In the last few weeks I’ve seriously slacked off, mainly because of the show. By the time I get home at night I’m seriously NOT in a mental state to study. In fact, about the only thing I am capable of is mindless video game violence and kinky sex (and sometimes I’m too tired for the former…never the latter…). And speaking of video games…
Happy Birthday, xanyboi!
Thanks for not being a serial killer!