Feeling blah

The orcs were not waiting for the percocet to get out of my system, but neither were the euphoria fairies. I've just felt down, a little off, and have zero energy. I understand this is normal. So I read more yesterday. There was no Giants game, so I really didn't know what to do with myself. I did get a treat--my favorite cross stitch designer, Cheri Fulmer of Fulmer Craft in Wyoming sent me a kit of Saint Mary Lake in Glacier National Park. I perked right up for that. I've been doing Cheri's charts since the early 90's--I remember working on one of Sequoia National Park in a huge jury panel room in Redwood City in 1991--strange the things that come back to me. I think she would be the perfect person to chart some of the beautiful scenes in the Canadian Rockies--and I told her so, early on in this cancer journey. Maybe tomorrow's task--along with packing for my trip to Saskatchewan on Friday--will be to finish the chart I started in the hospital in February. There is so little left to do that I can almost taste it--not enough to take it with me to Canada where I would surely finish it--no better to start something new to keep me entertained while I wait between planes.
I had an appointment downtown today--just went and came home--by way of Long's to turn in a prescription and Peninsula Hospital to get my blood work done for Thursday's oncologist appointment. No retail therapy--no visit to Mrs. Fields--just BART there and back. I sort of dozed through the beginning of the Giant's game this afternoon--then it got exciting. I love it when they win. I'm sure they do it just to make me feel better.
xxooxx

Reading

I've done lots of reading in my life, but more so over the past four months. I've read lots of James Patterson--all the Women's Murder Club and all but Double Cross of the Alex Cross series, buying the last bunch and reading them in chronological order so that they would make more sense. There have been extraneous books to fill in the time. This last week, I read Kate Jacobs' wonderful The Friday night Knitting Club. I'm not going to give anything away about the story, except to say that it wasn't quite what I expected and better than I could have imagined. I even sent a fan e-mail to the author. I was sorry almost sorry when I reached the last word and had to put it down.
So now that I've finished the book, I'm just waiting around for the orc invasion. So far, so good, but it's early times. It is very warm today, the doors and windows are open and the fans are on and the CP is off. I don't do heat. I am a fog breathing creature and I'm more comfortable with grey air I can chew. One of the Visiting Nurses told me that lots of water would help with the chemo side effects, so I'm trying to do that. The Dietitian said I should try for 16 cups of water a day. That's a big leap. Somewhat easier when I'm home, knitting or reading--or doing cross stitch--I'm almost finished the project I started in the hospital. I do that in the bedroom, because the light is better, and was making great progress while I spending most of my time in bed. Now that I'm up and around, it doesn't get the attention it needs. I could probably finish it this weekend if I hop to it. Maybe I will, and maybe I won't. I think it all depends on the orcs and the amount of drugs needed to quiet them.
xxooxx