I woke up this morning evaluating my day. Still in pain and nauseated. I know in an hour I have to put my head in a cone, emerge myself in a tube and listen to a machine nuke me like a micro wave. What could I possibly due the rest of the day to make me feel better? Can't hike with Penny because my back and right arm are killing me. Can't mow my lawn. Have a hard time cleaning my house. That I would even enjoy. It's funny how people react to you as a miracle that you lived so long with this disease. The radio tech yesterday was amazed. Why does this not give me reassurance that I'm going to live a lot longer. BLAH