first emissions

so, i figured that rather than overloading LTAS with continual and unwieldy updates, i may as well bring in a blog on the side. but fear not, this shant be a mere collection of miserablist writings on the travails of high end illness (although that may puncture the breeze every now and again). instead i'm hoping to dilute some of the immense amounts of web content i consume on a daily basis into a more interesting/quality-controlled format. i may also delve into music blogging, if it takes my fancy, and there could also be some tumour humour, if you're lucky. consider it a miscellany for the modern age. but with more jokes about cancer. which i can totally make. it's like black people with ni-... that word.

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i'm pretty sure i can officially be declared a drain on the national economy. to this point in my life i have achieved two things: attended educational institutions and accrued expensive illnesses. this was a point that was drive home in particularly... pointed style, when i yesterday recieved a 0.6mL injection of an immune system booster known as GCSF, an injection which, i shit you not, cost $1970.44. for 6mg of substance. luckily, the australian taxpayer footed most of the bill, and the injection was mine for a miserly $4.90. complaints can be directed to here.

in the meantime, my first bout of chemo has gone off without too much distress on my part. i get the feeling that next week may not be quite so pleasant, as it also involves a drug which, aside from being a bit more gastrically intense, also has the tendency to make your nails crumble off. and, much like piercings, anything untoward happening to my nails is one of those occurences that freaks me out no end. apparently the effect can be minimised if you keep your hands in -15 degree gloves, but that doesn't strike me as particularly feasible... tempting as it is. but for the moment i'm rolling along without too much difficulty. i'm about to wander into the wonderful world of immuno-suppression though, so two requests:

1) if you are sick, and you know you are sick, STAY THE FUCK AWAY; and

2) if you feel the, very understandable, need to have physical contact with me, please wash your hands beforehand. i can't risk letting you dirty little filthmongers getting in the way of my rapid recovery... in the nicest possible way.

that's it for now, but as a reward for getting this far, i present to you a video which i have been dining out on for the past week, an old sesame street favourite: the song of the count. with some slight editing.



[cheers to matty for initial discovery]