Saturday, September 02, 2006

Ode to Saturdays

Daily doses of ribavirin are somewhat manageable, it's the Friday night shot of peginterferon alfa 2a that kicks my ass for two days. But even that's unpredictable - just enough random extremes to keep me interested.

Oh Saturday, Oh Saturday, Where art thou sunshine.
Your skies filled with hue, Shined on things of new.
Now you smell of poo, You can go suck glue.
Oh Saturday, Oh Saturday, I miss your sunshine.

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