Good Wednesday to you!

It's a good Wednesday and I'm heading to the gym to work out with Patrick the Trainer. He recently proved what a good cancer trainer he is, although, I may his first cancie, when I had to have a barfing session at the gym. I always suss out the receptacle that I'll be sick in which, in this case, was a garbage can nearby. It must have been the chemo because I'm less likely to be pregnant than a boy*. His lack of disgust when I threw-up is why 50 year old trainers are way cooler than 20 somethings and anyone with 4 boys can handle anything!

Getting ready not to vomit means that I'm eating hearty minestrone soup, bread that I cut the mold off of and green tea. What a great day and I don't want any crap about cutting off the mold, by the way because I left nice, wide margins!

*An interesting medical hypocrisy is that at a CT scan the nurses will not perform the scan unless you put, in writing, that there is no chance you could be pregnant but my oncologist always says that "anything could happen and am I using protection?" It's funny like I'm still a teenager and I wonder, do they say that to 40 year olds too?
p.s. I had to double check that this was hypocrisy but now I feel confident, thanks Wikepedia!