CANCER: And the winner is...

George Peter Pappas.

That's right- the lung man was right on the money. I have "chemically induced" lung damage. 

MOTHERF*CKER

Ok, while not one to gloat in his Armani suit, I couldn't help but notice a small hint of "I told you so" when he gave me the results this morning. It's ok. I deserved it.

What this means is no damn pneumonia. (I swear to JESUS they will kill a bitch in the ER.) No more poo inducing antibiotics. (I am SOOO gonna miss that.) And welcome back steroids: 40 mg of prednisone daily for the next 14 days.

As you may recall, the human body produces 5 mg of cortisol- the same stuff as prednisone, on a daily basis. And, I am now overriding my system with 8 times my daily average. This means the following: restlessness, sleeplessness, increase in appetite, weight gain, "moon face", complete crazy, angry bitch behavior (You've been warned.) oh, and a decrease in my lung inflammation. (YAY??)

The nutty part about all of this is I already had this stupid chemically induced side effect. And well, it's not supposed to come back. EVER. But, no, no, no. Lucky little- well soon to be big- girl, that I am, I get it- again. 

I asked the benevolent, GPP just what the future has in store for me. And, well since he was riding pretty high he responded kinda like that creepy mall Santa with the: "Now, there, there. Let's just get through the next two weeks." 

Unfortunately, I think he's gonna have to visit me in prison, as I am certain my behavior will land there. 

Tail firmly tucked between my legs, I am so humbled by all that is George Peter Pappas.

Mea culpa, dammit.