Hooked up and as ready as I’ll ever get when it’s chemo day. New batch/mix and from now on, once a week (instead of every three), which should make it a little easier on your body.
Hardly slept at all, starting with this pain in my hips and down my legs.
Then at midnight Winston woke up in his crate and started whimpering which turned into wailing. Not a great idea in an apartment building! Moved crate and him into the bedroom and he fell asleep. Not me, of course, so got maybe five hours until W woke me up sometime before six am.
Yesterday I had actually started thinking that he has made some progress, being calmer on our walk both Sunday and Monday and a little less crazy at home.
So then on this morning walk, he manically tried to chew/eat sticks and I finally put him in his leash.
At home he got up every time I moved, adding to my stress, which I certainly don’t need on a day like this.
Hard to stay calm and assertive (Cesar Milan) when all you want to do is scream-ENOUGH!
On the bus a “drunk as a skunk” man almost landed on my knee when sitting down. The “homeless” smell made me change seats while reminding myself that his life is worse than mine. Looking for anything that can lift my spirits while poisoning my body.
What did lift a bit though was a man flirting with me as he was getting off the bus.
What are the odds? 65 years old, in a pink beanie and on my way to chemo (not feeling my best).
So just an ordinary day in this strange life that is my reality lately.
And tulips (gift from a friend) always helps.