This post is under construction!

I'll have more to say later today since I sort of have two dates today (will explain later) but for now I found some pictures on my computer that I didn't realize I had so I will post a few of those:


My mom, my brother, and my grandmother a few years ago:

My grandmother's 70th birthday (she is to the right of me in the picture):

Emma when she was still a baby (she weighs 100lbs now!):

Being silly! I hope that this is the craziest I've ever looked! (and hope I never look crazier!):

No, not my real glasses!

Me with someone that will always hold a special place in my heart:

right before bowling

Will add more tonight about today (unless I'm exhausted, then tomorrow).



*EDIT*

It was an eventful day but I'm too tired to write one single thing about it until tomorrow!

a list

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!

I guess it's Wednesday :-)

As suspected, I didn't feel quite so hot when I woke up this morning as I did yesterday, even though I slept fairly well last night. Steroids have worn off. My stomach was hurting, I was coughing, I felt like I couldn't wake up, and it seemed like I had developed a UTI. I called the doctor about the possible UTI, because it was on the list of things to call about, but the nurse told me she thought it was just a side effect of the chemo and to drink lots of fluids (but of course to call if it gets worse!) I'm feeling a bit better now that I'm really awake and drinking some coffee. One of the nausea meds tends to make me really drowsy at times but I was able to eat some greek yogurt and cereal this morning (pretty exciting, right?). The shot I got yesterday to boost my white blood count was suppose to make my bones hurt but it really hasn't so far. For some reason, they recommend the allergy medicine Claritin to help with the bone pain, so I guess it really works for some reason...

Soon though, I'm really going to get up, shower, and get ready for an appointment at 3:00. Even though I feel like I'm holding together really well emotional, the doctor recommend I talk to a therapist/psychologist/counselor. So I have an appointment. I'm half worried that even though I'm fine now, after talking about feelings for an hour, repressed unpleasantness will come up and I'll be a wreck. I can be a bit of a worrier. Hopefully she (Sharon) will be nice and it will be somewhat helpful to talk about all this crazy stuff.

My mouse friend/fiend has returned. I heard him scurrying around the night after I had chemo. I took all my clothes out of my drawers because I simply do not want mouse shit on all my clothes all over again. We put in a neat little box trap that will hopefully catch him. He goes inside to get the cheese and gets stuck in there but does not die. Then he can be released somewhere far, far away from here!

"therapy dog"

Above you see our "little" monster, Emma. She is about a year old and a complete handful. So sweet but there is really no way around saying that she is a naughty dog. She destroys anything and everything for fun. I put her outside because it's nice and sunny today. Then I heard her chewing up the furniture on the back porch so I tried letting her back in. Bad idea. She stole two hats I'd gotten as gifts and was running amok with them. I gave her a treat to get the hats back safely (a treat for being bad!) but then she decided to get in the trash can. So now she is back outside again. I guess it's the best I can do. I don't know how well babysitting her will go if I start to feel really awful though.