Happiness is bleeding

OUCH - DO IT AGAIN!

That tramadol I have been taking is continuing to do a great job ridding me of headaches. I have much more energy, so much that I have starting doing projects around the house. Before tramadol, I was constantly exhausted and did not have the energy to work on my many hobbies. A few of my hobbies seem to make my hands bleed, as seen here. I was putting up a 4' florescent light fixture in the basement, it slipped and started to fall. My stupid left hand tried to catch it. The fixture won and the skin was ripped off my ring finger. This may look like it hurts, but is evidence I am getting back to my normal self.

I explored a local hospital to watch my condition after Chemo is done. This did not go well. It takes some stern language to get the person answering the phone to let me to talk to someone knowledgeable. Once I got to a nurse, and explain my condition and what I am looking for, I could hear crickets on the other end. This is a nurse in the neurosciences office. She did not know what IMRT was (the radiation therapy I had), and I had to spell the type of tumor I have to her. She asked me to get her a copy of the MRI's and doctor reports, and they would get back to me. That was a week ago. These hospitals that advertise on TV how great they are, how much they care, and how they save soo many lives are talking about 'popular' cancers. They cannot help people with rare conditions like mine. It looks like I will be staying at Rush University for now.