Thanks to Blair, I now have a picture of me climbing in the right direction: up not sideways.
I'm off to NIH this morning to meet with my Irish team. They'll draw blood, weigh me, take my blood pressure and my temperature, and otherwise inspect me to see how I'm doing.
Tomorrow is ROUND THREE and I suppose I should be "happy" since it's the halfway point, but I know what lies ahead in the next week. Ugh. Oh well, this will all help get rid of Priscilla. I want her evilness banished from my life and FAST.
Gotta run, don't want to be late.