On day 2 of chemotherapy my shadow appeared. He was foggy and disagreeable to be around.
Much like Charlie Brown's Pig Pen, he just hovered and stank --which made making a good impression of the sexy doctor who'd rushed into room with the crash cart nearly impossible.
More on the crash cart incident later ... still, after all the festivities had died down, tired as I was, I teetered into the bathroom and slayed my funky little shadow.
But he'll be back soon.
Three more days of chemo.