it’s been a barrel of monkeys here in the cancer den, let me tell you. if there was any more excitement around here i’d burst my seams and spew my toxic innards all over the floor. let’s see…
what’s happened…
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nothing.
not a bloody damned interesting thing.
it’s been quiet.
very, very quiet.
my isp finally agreed to let me send emails again (after multiple days of my begging and pleading and crying), despite what my web hosting company enabled (idiots).
work has been hectic, but quietly so. it’s the end of the summer and vacation time, after all.
i got my office almost completely rearranged and re-outfitted. just a few more things to go (like a whiteboard) and i’ll be able to call it good.
amber came by and cooked up a number of weeks’ worth of potstickers and sauces for veggies, rice and pasta.
the blog got picked up some place or other and is getting spammed to the tune of up to 20 per hour (which isn’t a lot - unless you consider i have to moderate each comment).
little dog, once again, proved he’s skilled above and beyond normal males and peed in the cupholder in my car (and i have to say, his aim is much better than any human male i know - he didn’t dribble so much as one drip, which is more than i can say about any of them).
the fungus under my finger nails has gone from being oozy and squishy to being solid and crunchy. it still smells like floppy eared dog ear, though.
dwight’s girlfriend arrived. she was prenamed “peanut” but she keeps telling me to call her “candy”. she also keeps mentioning that she’d like some friends - and keeps leaving me hints here and there.
the subtraction of two of the chemos left me with hands that are far less scaly and flaky - but are even more extremely sensitive to heat, cold, and (even) touch. they itch like hell and hurt even worse. and my fingernails are curving under - which wouldn’t be problematic if i could cut or trim the darned things. no can do. for things that have no pain receptors in them they surely do hurt when i try. if the emory board i purchased doesn’t work on them (and it might not, given how bloody strong they are) i might have to resort to sand paper.
thanks to facebook and the wonderful ms. stephanie green i “met” jessica queller, the author of this book. it arrived yesteday. i’ve got a date with it later this evening after a smoothie-based dinner and whatever else i can scare up that’s appealing. (i made a pot of homemade potato broccoli cheddar soup but i’m not in the mood for it now.)
my sil sent me a care package full of foods that don’t taste terrible to me (the lollipops, in fact, taste pretty good) and a book that was actually on my amazon wish list. i think she’s the first person to ever purchase anything from my wish list. (well, except for aw - but he purchased a book for me that i put on the list to purchase for him. like he couldn’t tell the difference.)
i made the mistake of putting some of the leftover (from many months ago) kraft singles on a bagel and putting it into the oven to bake. wow - i’d forgotten just how horrific that ends up. even little dog was confused by it. there something very wrong with a cheeze-food that does not melt but does bubble up and get brown and crusty.
one particularly rainy day this past week the golf course banned the cushmans (or is it cushmen - i know i keep asking but i don’t know the answer) from the grounds. surprisingly enough a good number of golfers came out despite this “inconvenience” and trudged through the rain and mud to play. now if they would only eschew the cushmans on other days and stop making nuisances of themselves. (i found another golf ball in the front yard the other day. that takes talent. or total lack thereof. it’s hard to say.)
a coyote walked past the living room window.
little dog peed on the floor. and my feet.
it was rainy and cold.
it was sunny and warm.
i slept.
i ate.
i hung out with friends.
i read.
i cried.
i laughed.
i just was.
just the way i like it.
it’s been quiet.
very, very quiet.
and now i’m going to sleep some more.