Day 83- Thursday, September 6th, 2007
6 09 20078:30a
Morning came again at eight with the ditty playing on my phone’s alarm. This time with light coming under the curtain instead of the dark that filtered in at 4:00am. Or the TV sound I woke to at two. I would say I slept like a baby. But it would have to be a new born baby I refer to. I awoke every so many hours with a cry for mommy.
Last night I didn’t take the second Vicodin Dr G gave me the permission to take. That was my mistake. I don’t like the way that second little helper makes my brain wander. I thought I had made the right choice of mind over matter. I had it all wrong once again.
They say that sometimes the light at the end of the tunnel is an oncoming locomotive. This morning there are train tracks across my bed.
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9:00a
I am still feeling the effects of my night, but it’s starting to level out. I think the FibroCreature has been at work of late. The team at the treatment center can’t explain my nausea, but I think I know who to point the finger at. Having two different major entities battling for control of my life makes my case doubly rare. Throw in the Diabetes and Sleep Apnea and I become a veritable zoological exhibit. Being a rare specimen of person to begin with, it’s no wonder this rare sarcoma came to be in my rare hind quarter. Butt Cheek Sarcoma. “I never heard of that.” Well, now you have.
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9:30a
Despite that bad night, my evening with Leenie and Denny was great.
Denny made a marvelous dinner of grilled steak and peaches with spaghetti squash and a vegetable medley. All cooked -nothing raw for my benefit. Leenie was fabulous company while we watched the grill master work and their two puppies play.
I stayed several hours. It was a nice to spend some alone time with them. By 7:00 though, I was fading fast and had to take my leave. I got home just in time experience Denny’s Dinner a second time. Not so great, this round. Oh, well, it was worth it anyway.
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1:00p
My treatment went longer than usual today with the addition of more photos. These inside out. Once they started the actual radiation therapy, I lost track of time. Each time the machine moved to the next position I had to wonder if it was the last one. No, there’s another buzz. I don’t even know now what I was thinking then. Like a fading dream, I know I was there, but I just don’t recall it. I know my lovely ladies were concerned with my lack of emotion. “I’m just tired. Didn’t sleep well, that’s all.”
Maybe
You know what? I think I need a joke. I am running low on giggles. Tell me a joke will you? Keep them clean! Both my mother and mother-in-law are reading this!
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3:00p
I just talked with Dan. He took the day to get the kids ready for school. Tonight is a “Back to School” BBQ and get-together. They start tomorrow and I won’t be there to take them. I will be home to pick them up though! I will meet their teachers and get the tour then. Tomorrow is Going Home Friday. Funny, but this week has gone by fast. In fact, this month has gone by fast, too. After tomorrow, I’ll have just one week and one day left on my ticket to the stars. I think I will miss the radiation staff, but not the status of radiation patient. I would rather call the ladies “Friend” and call myself, once again just “Mom.”
For three weeks. . .
And who said that blondes were dumb?
A lawyer and a blonde woman are sitting next to each other on a long
flight. The lawyer asks if she would like to play a fun game. The
blonde is tired and just wants to take a nap, so she politely declines
and tries to catch a few winks.
The lawyer persists, that the game is a lot of fun. “I ask you a
question, and if you don’t know the answer, you pay me only $5. You ask
me one, and if I don’t know the answer, I will pay you $500.”
This catches the blonde’s attention; and, to keep him quiet, she agrees
to play the game. The lawyer asks the first question. “What’s the
distance from the earth to the moon?” The blonde doesn’t say a word,
reaches in to her purse, pulls out a five-dollar bill, and hands it to
the lawyer.
Now, it’s the blonde’s turn. She asks the lawyer, “What goes up a hill
with three legs, and comes down with four?” The lawyer uses his laptop,
searches all references. He use s the Airphone; he searches the Net and
even the Library of Congress. He sends e-mail’s to all the smart
friends he knows, all to no avail.
After one hour of searching he finally gives up. He wakes up the blonde
and hands her $500. The blonde takes the $500 and goes back to sleep.
The lawyer is going nuts not knowing the answer. He wakes her up And
asks, Well, so what goes up a hill with three legs and comes down with
four?”
The blonde reaches into her purse, hands the lawyer $5 and goes back to
sleep.
********YOU GO GIRL HEHEHEHhahahahhoooo ********
!! Now that was funny, I dont care who you are !!!
Jokes! We got jokes:
I feel stupid when I write the word banana. Its like, how many na’s are on this thing? ‘Cause I’m like ‘Bana… keep going. Bananana… damn.’
But wait, there’s more!
I was making pancakes the other day and a fly flew into the kitchen. And that’s when I realized that a spatula is a lot like a fly-swatter. And a crushed fly is a lot like a blueberry. And a roommate is a lot like a fly eater.
and . . .
If I have to move up in a building, I choose the elevator over the escalator. Because one time I was riding the escalator and I tripped. I fell down the stairs for an hour and a half.
Some jokes are short and elegant, like a mathematical proof or a midget in a ballgown.
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‘Cotton balls’ is an example of something I would buy, but not want to have as a nickname. ‘Cinnamon buns’, on the other hand, is something I would buy and want to have as a nickname. ‘Are you Cinnamon Buns?’ ‘You bet your sweet ass I am.’