The port is in. I have been testing it at home, injecting and extracting fluids into and from my body all day.
INJECTIONS: Olive oil, mustard, dish soap, baking soda, bacon grease, angel dust.
RESULTS: Feelin' great!
EXTRACTIONS: Blood, mostly.
RESULTS: A little light-headed.
There's only today and tomorrow standing between me and chemotherapy. While I'm not looking forward to feeling like I have a nine-week hangover, I am eager to kick this fucking cancer right in the balls. (Tit for tat!) There's wireless internet in the infusion room, so I pledge to report diligently on how I'm feeling.
In the meantime, you should spend twenty minutes laughing your ass off at this superb and hilarious effort.
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What a coincidence: whenever I eat at Popeye's, I feel like I just injected bacon grease into my Port-a-Cath.
Those comics are awesome!
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