Okay, so it's been a day or two and I'm starting to get back in my right mind. Who knew? I'm crazy. Did you know? I guess the point is that when I'm normal, I'm crazy, but not crazy like this. This is like Courtney f**king Love crazy. But I'm better. No really.
Did you also know that cancer patients are three times more likely than non-cancer patients to become depressed? You did? You did not. You're frontin. Well, anyway, it's true. And that's been the cause of my recent overemotional outbursts, and I'm seeing the doctor again tomorrow for a solution. I guess I've been slipping for a while and just didn't realize it, especially when I was so happy to be out of the hospital. But hey, it happens. It's bananas, B-A-N-A-N-A-S! I feel better just knowing why I've been so down. The Interferon has a tendency to cause depression, plus being sick in general for long periods of time make it hard to fight it. When I read through the depression screening, I was shocked that it didn't just have my name posted at the top in big red letters- that's how close the symptoms were to how I've been acting lately. Seriously. Courtney Love crazy. Girl Interrupted crazy. Angelina Jolie crazy.
I'll be really honest and tell y'all that I almost didn't post these blogs. And then I did. They are downers and kinda scary and not fun at all, but they are real and if someone out there is reading this and going through this, too, I want them to know what it's really like, and that it's still going to be okay even though sometimes it doesn't seem like it. So, that's it for now. I've got to get back to filling that vial of blood to put around my neck and adopting Asian babies with mohawks.