Just wakin up in the mornin' gotta thank god.
I dont know but today seemed kinda odd.
No barkin' from the dog, no smog
and momma cookin' breakfast with no hog.
Neighbor Noey usually takes the kids to school in the morning. For some reason yesterday the chickenhawk took the kids instead. I usually wait for her to come get me up and help me get dressed. Not yesterday. I got up on my own and dressed all by myself. (big deal.)
I was ready for breakfast by the time she got back. Had a nice plate of potatoes and eggs and decided that today was the day. I made my first voluntary trip out of the house since being diagnosed. It has been a quite week; no trips to the doctors offices. or reasons to go out so I made one up. The c/h was good enough to cart my ass out to the supermarket. I hobbled in to the front door and found the loaner lark. You know the little battery operated go-kart that the old folks use to get around the store. It was great. I haven't been able to drive since February so it felt really good to go faster than a walk while also doing the driving.
We bought about $100 worth of beverages. Since I started treatment everything tastes weird or bad, especially water, so I am in a constant search for something to drink that tastes good. So I bought all kinds of juices and teas and stuff. It was great making my own decisions instead of asking someone to go to the store for me and buy something that I am trying to describe. It was great. We picked up our youngest one from pre-school on the way home.
When we got home I was toast. I layed down in the bedroom for a couple of hours but never really slept. I got up around 3 feeling refreshed and hung out with the kids for a while. We watched an episode of the Deadliest Catch a DVD that we borrowed from Scooter. I took another break before dinner and came out feeling ready to get my grub on.
Monday is my night to take dexamethasone. It is an awful drug that usually rips my stomach to shreds. I tried a new strategy last night. We were eating burritos and I buried the drug deep in a big meal of refried beans, rice gauc and cheese. It really seemed to work I never felt very sick from the drug. What a releif.
I've been reading a cycling murder mystery called Two Wheels by Greg Moody. It was in a big box of books that Ray lent me. It is great escapist fun for me to read about some fictional American bike racer in Europe. So that kept me entertained while the C/H rustled the kids through the evening routine. Afterwards we watched about an hour of The God Father, we have the box set of the series that was loaned to us by Bill.
So that is a picture of a day in the life. The big difference is that I felt really good all day. I'll take it.