11/1/21

It's Monday.  The first day of November.  Feel the chill in the air?  Yeah, me neither.  It's 78 degrees here today.  I drove this morning, but would not attempt it now.  I've narrowed the culprit down to one pill.  My cancer drug.  Great.  It makes me loopy, along with 1/2 dozen other side effects.  This is not good.  I have a telephone appointment with my oncologist in Houston in 1/2 hour.  He's the one that prescribed it.  We need to have a talk.  I have an appointment with my local internist first thing tomorrow morning.  I see my back doctor on Friday.  Cardiologist next Monday.  Geez.  One of these guys should at least name their first-born after me.

I picked up medicine at the pharmacy and picked up my new glasses this morning.  After that, I couldn't wait to get home to take a nap.  I fell asleep on the couch in about 5 seconds.  I set my alarm to wake me for my phone appointment this afternoon.  I slept 16 hours yesterday.  16.  And forced myself to get out of bed.  I could hire myself out for mattress commercials.  They could run a forklift beside me in the warehouse, moving mattresses, and I wouldn't wake up.  I could fall asleep on a ladder outside.

We booked a cruise over a year ago.  It sails this Saturday for 7 days out of Galveston.  I have a sore throat, am loopy, tired, and simply feel puny.  I reckon I'll make my final decision after seeing the doctor tomorrow morning.  

I put on some of the softest slippers in the land this morning.  A friend sent them to me last spring.  It's been too hot for me to wear them.  They were perfect this morning.  Heavenly.  They have skulls all over them.  Underneath the skulls it reads 'Dead Tired'.  Ha!  I finally had to take them off to get socks on to get ready to go to town.  Rats.  They were delightful.  I saw a caterpillar on my foot.  This is the wrong season for them.  It was so very fluffy.  Pretty.  My mind is racing now.  Where would a caterpillar come from?  Can I touch this kind, or will it sting me?  Well, it's on my foot and nothing is happening, so I guess it's safe to touch.  I grabbed it.  It was soooo very soft.  Of course, it was a slipper caterpillar.  The softest caterpillar you ever saw.  I am, once again, an idiot.  My brain has not recovered from chemo yet.  Not even close.

I have a wonderful story to tell you today.  My grandson is 5 years old.  He lives south of Houston, so we don't get to see them as often as we'd like.  It's a 4 hour drive.  Anyway, we video-chatted last night.  He'd gone trick-or-treating and showed off his cache.  He doesn't remember what I look like with hair.  I've been bald such a huge portion of his young life.  I showed him my head.  My hair is slowly coming back.  He smiled and said "Grandma, you're not going to be sick very much longer!"  That made my day.  I've been thinking about it all day today, too.  He thinks when my hair comes back, I'll be well.  I'm going with that.  Kids are great.

I scream, you scream, we all scream.

The police come.  It's awkward.

One of my goals for 2021 was to lose 10 lbs.  The year is almost over and I still have 14 to go.




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