Just Doin' His Job

I'm on day two of sprout growing. I drained the seeds and tomorrow, I expect to see just a few sprout faces poking out.

I can't believe I only have three weeks before the MRI. This is such a huge time that happens just four times a year. I've been much more lax on the diet, soon we'll find out if my wayward ways have fed little Hermie. I keep reminding myself, each time I get tense, that it has been important for me to be able to have pizza, ice cream, red wine, sourdough bread, and other fun treats in order to test the limits. I need to see whether it's important to be perfect with my diet, or if just maybe, it's okay to eat some fun non-nutritious foods. It's scary, of course, but man has it been fun :) and delicious.

Tonight is supposed to be my final high dose artemisinin night until after the MRI, but I've decided to extend one more day and up the dosage to counteract the decrease of absorption that goes with the high doses. I'm doing a final kick in the pants to poor little Hermie. He's just been dancing around in there, gobbling up whatever I've been giving him, and I don't think he's going to see it coming. Poor guy...I almost feel bad for him. He's just trying to survive in a tumor eating human world. Just doing his job in life, which of course, is death. Can't really blame him for trying. Adios little Hermie! I wish I could say that it isn't personal, but I'd by lying.