Some of you may have heard that Sunday was not my finest
day. I was actually beginning to understand why Richard was opposed to the idea
of riding into Portland on a daily basis. Maybe road tripping was a poor choice
of activities for me.
It is possible that I over did it on Saturday with the trip
to Walla Walla. Or maybe it was the chilidog at the restaurant in Pendleton.
Or
maybe it was the tumor breaking apart and emitting creosote that made my body
think there was trouble, so it emitted anti-creosote bodies.
Yes, my
medical professional, Michael listed that as a possibility (it wasn’t
creosote, but something that sounded similarish.)
Quite possibly my fever and fatigue was a good thing!
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