"Best Medicine!"

With one treatment behind me, I am spending most of my time, mentally counting down til the next one. I was reading an announcement this morning at work when my eyes popped at the site of the date on it, August 14th. Seeing that date and knowing it will be my next treatment, made me cringe. It's not that it was all that bad...it's just the inconvenience of it all and the nasty littly things that came with it. So far, I have had a bout with constipation, a rash of Biblical proportions in the southern region, another itchy rash around my neck, sore mouth, insominia, random sharp pains in every inch of the body and achy hair folicles...indicating their departure soon. I suppose in the scheme of things, all these are minor. Hubby was all reclined back last night and stated, well, you only have 17 more treatments! I said,"are you kidding me, I have five!" He had gotten the weeks mixed up with the treatments, saying that he had been telling everybody that I had 17 more...and this is the person who oversees my medicine. Reminds me of the old adage "LAUGHTER is the best medicine!"