8/7/22

Today is Sunday. David and the kids left this morning and I have been left to my own devices all day. I’ve done just fine. There is plenty of food in the house and I don’t have many chores to do. My right foot is swelling, so I’m not walking on it this evening. I’m on my scooter or in my wheelchair and will stay that way until I go to bed tonight.  Everyone will be back Friday evening.

I haven’t done much physical activity today, but every time I do, my heart races. Emptying the dishwasher will get it up to 120 beats per minute. Normally, I’m in the low 50’s, so that’s a big jump. I break out into a sweat and just sit down for a little while.

I don’t know if the problem really is my heart, or it’s just this dang medicine I’m on.

I misspoke the last time I posted. I said I had an oncologist appointment on Tuesday. I do not. It’s Wednesday afternoon at 4 PM. I will have labs first, then see the doctor. I will let you know the results.

I think I now know the definition of failure. It’s misspelling a word so badly that autocorrect gives up. Been there, done that.

David and I had some friends over a week or so ago, and our driveway was full of cars. The neighbors thought I died. The sad part is, a couple of them looked disappointed when they found out it was just a party.

Too bad for them. And, we are not moving.

You gotta laugh. You just do.