I said I wanted to accomplish some things today and here they are(I’m going to try to list everything so it seems more impressive): picked up prescription from drugstore, ate an entire chick-fil-a chicken biscuit, brought up a basket of dog toys from the garage (Emma thought it was xmas even though these are toys she’s had a while), felt confident enough that there will be no more mouse visitors that I restocked my drawers with my clothes (even divided up my “nicer” shirts and lounge-y shirts), replaced hand towel in bathroom, washed some clothes (even though I’m sure it’s not necessary, I’m rewashing all my underwear because I’m still so freaked out about that damn mouse), took a shower, found the present I had intended to give to my grandmother for her birthday that had gone missing, picked out my pretend wedding dress (probably creepy), managed to pull my hair back most of the way (I was having a little more trouble than I should with this now that my hair is short!), put away all my various new hats and scarves, I was trying to take a picture of my ascites (abdomen fluid buildup) but my vanity won out in that case, did a full face of makeup (for absolutely no reason) and unsuccessful tried out my “lip tattoos”… I’m going to stop the list here because it’s getting a bit ridiculous.
Maybe this means I’m rebounding from my first round of chemo. I hope so!
