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“Woman Over-Bored!”

Yes, I am over bored. I guess there are worse things one can be than bored. But I am bored. I am getting tired of the whole cancer patient routine. I want to get on with my life.

This isn’t working for me anymore. I think I will not have cancer.

I just wish I had some hair to pull out. It’s that bad. I had a long talk with my mom yesterday about this. She understands. She spent time in my roll. My mother’s breast cancer kept her sidelined for a season. She understands how much one can hate their own house (even though they really love it) when you seem to be stuck there.

Take today for example, The day starts out great - I had a good night sleep and wake rested and ready for the day. I even took Dan to work so that I could have the car to do something if I so felt like it. (Having no means to escape is worse than having a car in the drive and not using it, see.) I drop Dan off and mentally start to plan out a fun filled excursion for one, when it hits me. “A rumbly in my tumbly” as Pooh would put it. Oh. Rats. OH

AHHHHHHHHHHH.

Home again, home again, jiggity-jig. And here I stay because should I venture out, I might get sick again. And then I sleep. AND THEN I AM AWAKE AGAIN !!!!!!!

But the car is in the drive just in case.

Meanwhile, I have been puttering with arts and crafts and watching TV. I actually finished the book I have been trying to read since my surgery in October! And I have been shuffling around the web. And well, that doesn’t make for good copy.

I am fine. It’s just that I am so incredibly BORED. It’s a good thing really. If I wasn’t bored, I could be . . . Much worse off. I am glad to prove Dr H back in Oregon wrong.

I am still mom.
I am still Dan’s wife.
And I am still human.

Just a sleepy-queasy human.

BTW: Happy BDay Uncle Pappa