Catching up
Having finished chemotherapy, the crazy part of my brain insists that it’s time to resume my rigorous workout schedule, wax the living room floors, start working on the mosaic for the front yard and get started on six months of pent-up project planning. The sane half reminds me that I’m still sleeping around 12 hours a day, which doesn’t leave much time for any of the aforementioned activities. There’s also a small problem with nausea and the usual mouth sores. So here I sit, with laptop.
At some point in the not too distant future, I will begin six weeks of radiation. Treatments are given five days a week. I’m not going to be able to receive radiation at the out of town hospital; it’s too far away to go there every day for the ten minutes it will take to deliver the treatment. However, I will have a consultation with one of the hospital radiation people who are supposed to be able to help me find someone here who’s trustworthy.
I think now might be a good time to update everything else that’s been going on in my life. Hubby is working on another radio program for NPR. This one is about cowboy songs. It turns out that “Streets of Laredo” has been around for at least a couple of hundred years. Who knew? I guess I thought Marty Robbins was the songwriter. Or somebody Marty knew, anyway. There’s a fair amount of debate as to when it was composed, but it’s been traced back to an Irish folk song. This is one of the great things about Hubby. He manages to provide me with lots of interesting information. I don’t even have to do any research.
Baby Hughey is now a California resident. Those folks who were kind enough to take him in and let him live with them for a while have been paying rent for about a year on a storage facility. They even flew out to California to make sure his new residence (another homeless shelter) is acceptable. Hughey took a midnight bus to our town Saturday. Hubby picked him up and delivered him to the airport.
My mother broke her arm a couple of weeks ago. We were coming out of one of the buildings where I work (we were feeding my beloved feral cats) and she didn’t notice a small curb—about 3 inches tall. She fell on the concrete driveway. The break was so nasty that she had to have surgery last week. She seems to be improving rapidly, which isn’t unusual for her. Her bones knit together very quickly.
That’s about it for the time being. I’m going to try to resume my regular posting schedule. That will be much easier than resuming the rigorous workout schedule. Speaking of which, I think I’ll preview my new Brazilian dance dvd.
