A short reprieve
Dan I and took a few days to spend some quite nights alone at a beautiful bed and breakfast place up at Newport Beach. It was wonderful. The drive wasn't too long, the traffic was not California awful and we found the place with little or no problem. Remind me to call them about their elevator being out all weekend. Ordinarily this wouldd not have been a big dealio but since I have oxygen strapped to my face to accommodate for some tired lungs, an elevator would have just made our stay a bit more convenient.
Decorated Victorian style by the owners, The Dorymann's Inn was just what they had shown me on web--large quiet rooms with nice juicy bathtubs and fireplaces in each room. It was located right across from the beach and pier so once the car was parked, it was all good.
Somehow all this rest has made me more tired than when we got started out. All the meds I'm taking for pain just make my brain feel retarted.. No hand to eye coordination and lots of slow, rolling fog. Like of the Edgar Allen Poe Variety.
So I am out of wok for a couple of months. The worry list is beginning. I have to remember that this is no scam, this is real and my claim is real and I am worth it to do this right. My goals are
- To rest
- To attend all doctor appointments with a second pair of ears and a second pair of arms...this news keeps getting worse so I need my best huggers now,
- To eat regularly and healthfully. You would not believe it it...last night I triumphantly finshed half a bowl of lobster bisque, then had half of a deliciously concocted salad made of crunchy asian pears, spring greens, blueberries, gorgonzola cheese and candied walnuts followed deliciously by a perfectly done, medium steak diane with mushrooms that filled the air with its precious aroma. It was so good. I ate as much as a I could and ever so gracriously, when asked, I turned in my fork and refused desert.
We paid the check and headed back to our room in the secret hallways of our sweet little place. By the time we had reached the halfway mark to our roomI knew it was not to be. The food had sort of lodged it's way in my chest and had quit descending. By the time I got all the way up to our room, I headed right for the bathroom. Bye Bye my delightful dinner, we will meet again.
When will I start chemo? Maybe Wednesday. Like I said I still feel tired. And since this one willl make all hair fall out, I would like to try to duplicate my hairstyle and it's highlights, which I rather like. I do have two wigs left over from my last run in with TAC chemo which made me egg bald for a year but frankly I'd rather wear mickey mouse ears than put one of those wigs on my head again. Yuck.