I’ve been noticing little things done around the house that I didn’t do, but am so glad that they got done. It has to be my minions. Like today. I woke up at 5:30 this morning to throw up, noticed Joe was already up, so I went to find him. We talked a few then I went back to bed, till 12:30. While I was sleeping my wonderful minions did all the laundry (washing, drying and folding), emptied the dishwasher, washed the kitchen floor, cleaned the guest bath, stripped and washed mom’s sheets. All done while I was sleeping. My minions deserve a raise. Or at least a good meal. I do love my minions.
Yesterday was “spa day” here at my house. Ruth came over and gave me a wonderful massage. I felt like this:
Only I can pay for a beating and truly enjoy it. We have been working together for around ten years now so she knows every bump and knot that I got. Thanks to her the incision that runs from under my right breast to the center of my back has absolutely no scar tissue buildup. My surgeon was amazed at her results. Usually, that incision results in a 1/2 inch of scarring on either side. I have none. There is a little dip where I was cut, but that’s it. No gnarly lumps.
Caught Pat Benatar singing on a talk show this morning. What a beautiful way to start the day. Her voice is as clean and pure as it was thirty years ago. Neil is just as good-looking as ever. Joe took me to see her a couple years ago and she did wonders to fill my spirit.
I did find a really nice website. Click Here to check it out. It’s called Gratefulness.org. On the toolbar running down the left side of the page there is a place to light a candle for someone you are thinking of and a place to write a thought. You can pass it on for others or keep it private. There is also a Labyrinth that I love. I can spend hours there.
In case I forgot to share between Wed and today, the tumors are benign so we are leaving them alone for now. I need to see my “regular” doctor for a thyroid exam to determine if medication will help or if removal is an option. So, hooray for good news.
I’m off to grill some chicken legs. I really need to get started setting up for the party next weekend. Have a sweet evening all. Butterfly kisses.
who still cuts herself shaving her legs. I have huge bleeding gashes on both Achilles tendons right now. After 35 years of doing this, you would think I’d have it down pat, but not so. Also considering I learned with this: you would think I’d be really careful. But not so. I still rip my skin off every time. And I know there are alternatives out there. I’ve tried them all. Waxing, stringing, that machine that rips the hairs out, laser, shower goo, out of shower goo, tweezing, hell, I even gave chemo a shot, but it grew back. Let’s look on the bright side, at least I didn’t rip the fronts of my legs off like I usually do.
It’s been a really rough night and day. Couldn’t sleep last night, tv kept Joe up so at 2:30 I came downstairs and watched tv for the rest of the morning. Watched the sun come up, listened to the birds sing. Then passed out till 12:30 in the afternoon. Which isn’t a bad thing until you consider that we have two guys climbing up and down the outside of our house repairing brick in the fireplaces. Lots of hammering to remove damaged brick and mortar, falling bricks hitting the wood decking outside the family room. I slept through the whole thing today.
I’m so close to finishing the Teddy bear that I’m crocheting. This is the biggest animal I’ve made so far. The body and head are 20″ tall. I have to finish one leg, do the ears, stuff and assemble. Final touches will be the nose and mouth and he will be ready. He has taken me a long time to finish. I’m proud of him. I’ll post photos when he’s done (which may be tonight).
Have a wonderful Wednesday all.
Well, it was either that or Groundhog day. I thought Rocky Horror was a bit more fun.
I’m stuck in this time warp of sleeping, throwing up, washing clothes, sleeping, throwing up, cleaning a room. Mostly just sleeping. I love the feeling of waking up and having no concept of day or night. I’m never quite sure what time it is unless Joe is home. Call me, anytime, day or night, I’ll bet I’m sleeping. I’d love to hear from you so feel free to call, just expect to wake me up.
Except Saturday, Saturday Joe played along. Everything I did, he did. Except the actual throwing up, that would be gross. When I slept, he slept, when I wanted to talk, we talked. It was really nice. And when he had to get out of the house for a while, he didn’t push for me to come with him.
I’m noticing a big change in my skin and hair in the past few days. My hair is as dry as straw. I think I need a trim and a heavy conditioning. It’s either the chemo or the static from the new carpet. I’m having to use a leave in conditioner every time I brush it. My skin is drying out too. My face feels “muddy” like on a hot summer day when you’ve been working hard and sweating and your face get’s that ick feel. That’s me 24/7. I get up in the middle of the night to wash my face.
I’m off to sleep again. HAGD all.