This is my little dog Bandit (nickname Boo). I wanted and needed to get her groomed this week. I have a buzzer and figured I could do it myself. Well, it wasn't that bad. When she walks away from you she has a buge chunk of hair mising. It's very funny.
It's my 8th week on the, "I have no idea what I am putting in my body drug trial". I love that everyone around me thimks it's so easy to take pills and injections,you have no idea what it is. The exhaustion has started again. Yesterday and today I have felt sicker than ever. Delirious and unstable. Sick to my stomach. I have felt an odd change. I can hear when I talk that I can't form a sentence. And you wonder why I'm depressed!
I will continue taking these unknown pills and smile at everyone. I really just want to run. I have my gut telling me this is complete bullshit. But, hey everyone else is convinced.
My Dad and I park the car in the city and scout (stalk) the food trucks. My favorite so far has been the lobster truck. Mexican is awesome.....yummy tacos. Pizza, hot dogs, Greek. Italian pasta truck. It's amazing. You wait a a little while and Mr Softee ( best ice cream cones) or the yogurt trucks that have fresh fruit.
Tips!! Please.
My hair is growing and and I have no idea what to do with it. Let's find a picture to show you . I will post one. What kind of gel should I use. I look like a boy!
Positive thinking. I am manifesting good energy. I have good people around me that make me smile. My father told me to stop thinking about the past. I did the chemotherapy, months of that nonsense. Radiation sucked the life out of me. Now I am doing more that just I feel I have missed out on so much.
But, what did I miss out on.
My Love to do soon List: a few silly things
1. Coney Island trip
2 Met Game
3 Dance again
4. A montauk week (Paul and I use to go every summer)
5. Take my dogs for more walks
I am going to get better and that is really what my list should be.
Having a Young Frankenstein movie night if anyone wants to pop over. You have to dress like Egor!
3 comments:
See, I do think about you every day!
But I confess I don't check your blog every day. Happy happy happy to stop by and find a new post! I will have to check in more often.
Boo Bandit looks like a very sweet doggie. Since you're not sure what to do with your hair, maybe you could get Boo to style it for you.
That reminds me:
A few months ago I took my "personal groomer" thingy and tried to cut my own hair. I thought, "How hard could it be?" What a disaster. My wife usually cuts my hair for me. In fact, other than that one time I butchered my hair, no one except my wife has cut my hair in more than thirty years. She's not a trained barber or stylist, but one day many years ago when we were rather poor, I asked her if she would try to cut my hair so we could save a little money. My hair is curly, which hides the slip-ups. So she cut it for me, and has been doing it ever since.
Haircut time is quality time! She cuts. I sit. And the only other things we can do is talk. But sometimes my hair gets too long because either she's too busy or I'm too busy for us to take time at the same time, so I decided to try to do it myself. When my wife saw what I had done to my head, she laughed like crazy. And then she fixed it for me. That ended up being the very shortest haircut I've had since the summer I got ticks on my head at my grandma's country house. But that's another story.
BTW, I don't have any good advice. At least not any that you haven't already heard three-thousand times. But I will say that it sounds like you've got things under control . . . as much as things ever can be under control. It sounds like you are getting some happiness even though there's plenty of other stuff to deal with. Good for you. Good. Good. Good.
Oooooh I miss Mister Softee!!!
We should watch Young Frankenstein together, on Skype!!
"What knockers!"
"Vy dank ew doctair"
Jess
Hey MichelleOnLongIsland,
Just checking in. Thinking about you every day, and hoping you are doing okay.
I got a clean scan last Friday. That's two clean scans in row! Whoopie! And I've got an appt with a neuro doc this Friday to see if they can figure out something to do about my peripheral neuropathy.
I just spent four days at a family reunion: craaaazzzzzzy! My little nephew and niece gave me and my wife one heck of an upper respiratory infection. We kissed those kiddiels too much and shared too much of their snot. My bossy big sister wanted to kill me because at the age of 56 I don't have to follow her orders any more. The truth is, I made everybody mad as hell at least once or twice. (As soon as you get two clean scans in a row, people figure you are not gonna die soon, so they stop cutting you any slack whatsoever.) But it was fun. Got to see my dear old dad. He's even sicker than I am, so we haven't both been well enough to travel to see each other for a very long time--almost two years. It's like my dad and me are having a contest to see who gets to live longer. Do you think maybe it's my "sick" sense of humor that irritates them so much?
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