Well, it's almost 48 hours post chemo with very minimal side-effects of which to speak. Thankfully. The pain in my rock-hard, sacks of saline has subsided for the most part. Though I am quite fatigued, which frankly kind of sucks cause I'm normally pretty on the go.

Mom left this a.m. at 6:30, and I've collected Beau from BFE. Leave it to me to drive for the first time in a month on 1-95 in bumper-to-bumper traffic. I can now fully shower myself, except, and this is really fucking gross, I cannot use a razor on my left pit. I had an electric one that I left at the parents house. At this point I don't really give a crap. Everything else is shaved.
Hoping that by the time I leave for New York on Friday I will be nearly 100%, so that I can move at my normal pace instead of in perpetual slo-mow.