Okay! The puke seems to be stopping as of today and yesterday, for which I am very grateful. They said I should wait before getting an infusion so I didn't get one as I expected. In the next five days or so I should start feeling a lot better (unless my blood counts decide to really fuck up) and then I hope to drive down to Athens and see Matt for a while, since he's going to be spending Christmas with his mom up north. It turns out my fourth (and final! as in last!) chemo cycle is the week of Christmas, which means I'm going to be spending Christmas day in the hospital getting treatment. It's kind of... pathetic. But I'll really be okay as long as the nurses don't act miserable to be there; that's what would make me depressed. Actually, for some reason I feel like the atmosphere might be extra cheery and warm. And maybe I'll bring cookies. Big ones... with warm gooey chocolate chips...