Regardless of the situation, no matter how hopeless the outcome may be, I will never quit, and I will never back down. I have become the wolf.

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Yeah, it’s been awhile…

Since I’ve posted anything.  This last round of chemo combined with the cold damp weather is breaking me.  All I want to do is sleep.  I don’t want to eat.  I don’t want to go shopping or running around visiting.  I just want to get warm and to stop hurting all the time.   

I can’t wait for summer to get here.  Yesterday was a teaser here in Michigan.  It got warm enough to sit outside for about an hour and get a little yard work done.

It sucks having a 50 yr old brain in a 90 yr old body.  

I am working on feeling better, making plans for things to do next month.  I want Joe to take me to the sparkly house in Detroit so I can take some photo’s.  That’s an incentive to get me outside the house.  Once its warmer.  

I did bust a move on the fridge yesterday.  Looked at the expire date on everything and filled a trash bag with condiments that were purchased for one recipe then stored for eternity in the big cold box in the kitchen.  Sad to say that I had a jar of curry paste that expired in 2008.  I don’t like curry, I don’t remember buying curry and from the smell of it, it’s not something that I’d ever run out to taste.  Strange things sometimes manifest in my cupboards and fridge.

Went to Dearborn and tried a new restaurant yesterday.  A place called Fridas Mexican Cusine.  Good food, reasonable prices, but slow service overall.

I also managed to clean the bedroom today.  My side of the bed was starting to look like a bad Hoarders show.  Books stacked, empty chip bags, bowls, wrappers, two trash cans and a carpet that Oscar refused to walk on.  Took me all of 10 minutes to dust and straighten up, I don’t know why I put it off, just do.  Pushing the vacuum is something we both do so it doesn’t get too bad, but picking up my crap is my job.

I think I’m going to wander upstairs and take a hot bath, watch a movie, relax with a magazine.  


I would dearly love a juicy bar burger

You know the ones.  They come in an oval plastic basket lined with greasy waxed paper.  Usually with a pickle wedge and some chips thrown in.  Condiments on the side.  1/2 inch of juicy, medium rare, bovine wonder.  You bite in and that burst of juice, that wonderfully unique beefiness of a burger, hits your palate.

Big Hot Juicy Burger

You can’t duplicate a bar burger at home.  At the bar, they are cooked on a flat top grille that has been seasoned with the juices of burgers gone before.  Years of flavor are soaked into that grill.

I really miss bar burgers.  You see, so many things have changed taste for me since 2006.  I’ll take a bite of something I used to love and it will taste like sand or worse.  I’m afraid to tarnish the memory of a bar burger.  I’m afraid that I’ll bite into one and the taste won’t be what I remember, I’m afraid it will be more reminiscent of a fast food tasting burger.  My last good flavor memory.  I can smell it, see it in my mind’s eye, just afraid to try one.  For those of you not familiar with chemo, it basically kills your taste buds.  Most everything for me tasted like it was cooked with pennies.  It ruined my taste for most of my favorite foods, because now my brain has the “last taste” programmed, and it wasn’t pretty for a lot of foods.

Oh well, for now I’ll stick with my homemade burgers.  I can’t wait to unbury the grill for the summer.  I’m tired of cooking inside.  I need to drag my smoker out and do a brisket or something.  Winter food is boring.

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