One pill makes you ...

Yet another pill. When I went to the internist Wednesday, I came away with more medicine to take. ...
My heart rate has been high for quite some time. My pulse is always in at least the 90s and often is above 100. My internist decided to find out what's going on. So I had blood drawn to see if it's my thyroid. I'll find out in a few days. In the meantime, I'm taking a pill to control my heart rate. That gets me up to at least 10 pills a day. And, as I've said before, none of them cures cancer. ...
Four more days until my last chemotherapy. While it hasn't been the hell I expected, it hasn't been a walk in park either. Here's how things will probably go next week: I'll have chemo on Monday; by Wednesday, my taste buds will be about dead; Thursday and Friday, I'll feel lousy; I'll start to get my taste back a little bit on Saturday; I'll start to feel somewhat better on Sunday; and by the next Monday I'll be back to "normal." ...
Still trying to decide what I want my grandchild to call me. It's pretty much a given that PeePaw is out, so I'm thinking maybe I'll like to be called George or Grandpa Al. ...