Wednesday Note

A few comments about our time together so far (I am writing on Tuesday afternoon, though this will be posted on Wednesday):

1. Laura has been cooking up a storm. She cooks us dinner, makes a lunch out of that for Bryan, sticks the rest in the freezer for several more future dinners. And the week's not even half over! It'll all been so delicious.

2. My game plan for this round is to be as active as I can, even though I feel I latent sense of crappiness. My thought is that being up and around, out and about a little bit will be a) a good distraction and b) better for my body in that it will force muscle movement to respirate the poison. (A medically accurate theory? No idea. But I'll take the placebo effect.)

To this end, our day so far:

Dropped kids off with Betsy and Amy

Drove to Mandy's house

Laura, the driver, parked, turned the car off and then couldn't get the key out. I couldn't either. Couldn't move the steering wheel to get it into line. Couldn't move the gear shift. Couldn't re-start the car. Nothin. We took the key ring off and left it for later.

Mandy drove us to Poor Richard's bookstore and cafe for lunch and a little shopping whence I found a really terrific hat. Before lunch, we blessed the food and asked God to fix the car.

Drove back to Mandy's. Couldn't get it to work. I called Bryan to see if he had any ideas. As I talked, Mandy wiggled and Laura turned the key and then, Ta DAAAA the car started. Crisis averted. They celebrated. I asked Bryan, "Did you hear that?" He said, "I heard screaming. . ."

Drove to the cancer center to get my white blood cell boosting shot. They saw me 45 minutes before the appointment time, which was good of them. Of course, it's a 2 minute evolution for the tech to get the shot together and then give it to me, so I won't go as far as to call this generous.

Drove home. In all, it was a great way to spend a morning and early afternoon. I hardly noticed that I felt icky. Now, I'm noticing. But the home we came into had just been cleaned by the Merry Maids (whom Joshua calls "The Mary's"), and as the kids are at Betsy's until Friday night, we know we get to enjoy a clean and tidy home for 4 whole days.


3. Finally, once it was suggested, there was really nowhere else to go: I shall call my laptop Lil' Hippo because it is twice the size of Lil' Sweetie (see chemo barn blogs from yesterday) and because it makes me this of this and that, of course, makes me laugh.

So I got someone cleaning for me. Someone else cooking for me. A car that works. My legs kicked up on my recliner and Lil' Hippo hooked into the wifi. No complaints at all.