Thanks to the combination of the effects of chemotherapy and surgery, and my pain meds, early on I was certain that the clock in my hospital room was spinning backwards, that my IV pumps were talking to me (in Chinese), and that the balloons that my friend Kelly sent me were staring at me. Just the red one, actually. He's their leader.
Those were some long nights. The clock and the IV pumps are now fine, but the balloons have been banished to the bathroom.
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