Call me Metal Mouth with a Bad Attitude

I can't believe that my last Chemo is next Friday. Where has the time gone??? I must have been busy washing my hair or something? LOL
Besides a few days of sleeping my life away, the physical side effects have been minimal this go around. Hurray! We have been so blessed!
The only thing I have the right to hugely whine about is the icky metal taste in my mouth.  Someone should have started calling me "Metal Mouth" then  maybe I would have gotten some kind of superpower like Doctor Doom in Fantastic 4. Unfortunately, no one took that job upon themselves so instead these past couple weeks I just got his bad attitude as a side effect without the super powers. I seriously got jipped! [Oh and I guess I should mention that my gums are super sensitive so the extra zillion brushings I want to do to get rid of the taste just make me constantly spit blood in the sink. KUCK!]

My BAD Attitude really had nothing do with my big little bad CANCER world [however I am documenting it here since I haven't updated forever], but I definitely got a humongous case of P.M.S.!   (How is that possible when Chemo makes you stop menstruating? Really buggy!) Regardless... we have had 10 days of severe whininess, dramatic mood swings, easily offended, laziness, growling, blaming, yelling, ibuprofen popping, extra sleeping, etc. From my Family's point of view, we'll pretend that stands for Please Make her Stop! Sorry to my cute little family for a miserable week or so. Wish I had came across this quote before my rampage of ickiness but then again I probably wouldn't have listened to it anyways!

Amen, Elder Uchtdorf. Amen!!!!

Hopefully, I have gotten it out of my system. I better have because this afternoon I am heading out of town to be apart of a fabulous "Positive Thinking" Weekend with my girlfriends. AND... I am one of the speakers. (LOL. Now that is pretty funny!) Oh heaven help us! (I mean that literally!)
So... practicing what I'm about to preach- "It's gonna be AMAZING!!"