A turn of the wheel
May. 12th, 2008 10:42 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
stephbgToday was a good day; am now back to my baseline after my most recent chemical trial. Life is good when life is not bad :-) I get a dose of warm fuzzy and want to beam at and then hug all my peeps. *group squeezy hug*
Highlights included a visit to BB for more massage therapy (it's been a big few days for that), chat and furniture shuffling. He was having a good day. Now he's got a better idea of how the chemo and the recovery period works he can look forward to the time when he knows he'll feel better. There's a big difference between three days of fatigue and depression and three days in on an unknown stretch of fatigue and depression. We share that experience now. We're both learning when it's possible to hope.
For me, it seems to involve minimal nutrition. At some point I guess I might need to check for eating disorders. That seems too bizarre to be a real risk. What if Melbourne Fashion Week refuses to let me on the catwalk? Stress did get me down to 50kg for my wedding, but I didn't acquire an hourglass figure, just Gumby with ribs and a wedding ring.
I did challenge the busport to guide me to the train station, and it failed with drowning greyscales. Perhaps revisit this point later. Sleepy.
Best news is I have an ancient tiler who says my poor ravaged kitchen is fiddly, but doable. We thrashed out a workable design which hopefully we'll have enough fiddly tiles for. He may start tomorrow afternoon he finishes another job early, otherwise 8ish on Wednesday. Much hanging about. Husband is meeting some famous old film actor on Thursday, so I'll be on tiler watch.
'Night *yawn*
Highlights included a visit to BB for more massage therapy (it's been a big few days for that), chat and furniture shuffling. He was having a good day. Now he's got a better idea of how the chemo and the recovery period works he can look forward to the time when he knows he'll feel better. There's a big difference between three days of fatigue and depression and three days in on an unknown stretch of fatigue and depression. We share that experience now. We're both learning when it's possible to hope.
For me, it seems to involve minimal nutrition. At some point I guess I might need to check for eating disorders. That seems too bizarre to be a real risk. What if Melbourne Fashion Week refuses to let me on the catwalk? Stress did get me down to 50kg for my wedding, but I didn't acquire an hourglass figure, just Gumby with ribs and a wedding ring.
I did challenge the busport to guide me to the train station, and it failed with drowning greyscales. Perhaps revisit this point later. Sleepy.
Best news is I have an ancient tiler who says my poor ravaged kitchen is fiddly, but doable. We thrashed out a workable design which hopefully we'll have enough fiddly tiles for. He may start tomorrow afternoon he finishes another job early, otherwise 8ish on Wednesday. Much hanging about. Husband is meeting some famous old film actor on Thursday, so I'll be on tiler watch.
'Night *yawn*
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Date: 2008-05-13 06:52 am (UTC)Glad to hear that both you and BB are having se good days.