Hi! Unfortunately, I have been locked out from my blog site for several days. But just checked it and it's back!!!
Chemo today. The double-dose crappy "makes me really tired" kind. I have made up my mind that this is the last series of treatments I am ever going to have. I refuse to get any more cancer in the future. So there!
I know I am lucky to be able to have wigs to cover my mostly bald head but I am so sick of wearing them. Yesterday, I was working at my Woodbridge building doing some whip-whipping, and the sweat was just running off Roxy ( the name of my darker, ugly work wig). The darn things are hot, and shift around, and, oh yeah, I am terrified of getting into some kind of car accident and having my hair go flying off. Any bystanders would probably have a heart attack. They might think that my scalp was sliced off. Wait. That might be kind funny. Not the accident part. The scaring people part. And not the heart attack part. Just the look on their faces part. And … CUT!
I am beginning to get "chemo brain". You know what that is, don't ya? When you get really scatter-brained and can't think of words you want to say, or you can't concentrate very well.
For example, the other morning I woke up and thought, "Oh, today's Tuesday...chemo day." Later, I realized that that didn't sound right. No, it was only Monday. The more I thought about that, I tried to remember if I had made it to church this past week. That's when I realized that it actually was Sunday!
Jeeze! (yes, I did make it to church on the right day).
Another example of chemo brain is the making of the muffins. I had a box mix I wanted to use for a quick breakfast for Hubby. Combine mix, 3/4 cup water, 1/4 cup oil, and two eggs. Open can of blueberries, rinse and drain, then set aside.
Okay, I combined mix, oil, and eggs. Wait. That seemed too dry. Oh, forgot the water. Dumped that in, sprayed the muffin tin, and put in the batter. Hey, that didn't look right at all! The blueberries!!! Took a spoon and slopped some in each muffin cup, stirred it half-heartedly and baked the mess. Actually, they turned out pretty good. But what an ordeal for something so simple.
Speaking of food, I am again gonna complain about my dysfunctional taste buds. It is so weird to not be able to taste certain foods, or be able to taste others … but they come across as so nasty! I crave salty food. And cheese. And chocolate! And pizza. Currently, all fall under the "nasty" column. Crap!
I previously mentioned that I had gotten a new smallish wig which I named Baby. Well, went to Jeffrey Scott Salon on Mt. Vernon Road, Cedar Rapids, Ia. (another commercial plug for him), and got two more "Baby" wigs. Hubby likes this style the best of all my hairpieces. Not sure how others are judging this style, since not too many people have mentioned anything … and God help me, a few have even averted their eyes when they talked to me. Want to see?
And care to see what I have for breakfast every morning? Yummmm!
I have been watching a bit of TV. Yup, the political channels. Dangerous times, Folks, but extremely interesting. Was talking to Sister #2, Sandy, and I told her that I never dreamed we would be living in such an all-consuming, interesting time in history. I always thought that major stuff like this was all in the past or any earth-shaking new history would happen years and years from now, when I was . . .
well . . . not here. Fasten your seatbelts, Kids, we're in for a bumpy ride.
Oh, one more thought concerning TV. Have you noticed the "3-second commercials"? An ad will begin for a few seconds and then another long commercial takes over? Is that the new thing in advertising? You kinda get an idea of what they are selling in the tiny ads. Maybe it is the basic, no frills, cheapo low budget ads. Huh.
GOD BLESS YOU ALL AND GOD BLESS OUR COUNTRY, PLEASE!