I was complaining about my hypochondria with respect to my radiation treatments to my brother, earlier this week (or maybe it was at the end of last week?). Something Andrew said struck me as the right perspective. I don’t remember his exact phrasing, but he said, basically, that I need to remember not to make the radiation therapy the center of my life, and have other things going on, and it will be better that way.
And so… that’s what I’ve been doing. After the late dinner last night, I really worked a very full day, today. I corrected essays and proctored a 3 hour exam with lots of annoying technical issues, and felt like a generally productive member of society. And before that, I’d spent over an hour scrubbing various as-yet-unscrubbed surfaces in my new apartment. Not to mention the 2 hour nap before that, and some blogreading, and, well, before that, there was that pesky radiation treatment. In the broader picture, it ends up being just a sort of chore I have to do each weekday morning, nothing more.
I feel very tired, but I feel pretty good. There’s a throbbing pain in my mouth and my neck burns and I had nausea earlier but I don’t care. I’m hungry and then I’m going to bed. I’ll work tomorrow.
You are amazing but that is the Jared I’ve always known and respected.