Well, I was going to download my pictures from Canada and post them tonight. That would be one of the best laid plans of mice and men ganging aglee. The camera keeps shutting off when I try to access it. It may be the batteries, so I'll get some new ones and try again tomorrow. I'm not overly happy about that, but thems the breaks, as a co-worker of Lee's used to say.
Chemo went fine today. I can't believe it's the fifth one already and the last one is just around the corner. Fortunately the block that corner is on includes the Sonoma Mission Inn and Spa. Before I get there, I have to survive the orc wars and walk in the survivors lap in the American Cancer Society's Relay for Life--hopefully the orcs will have retreated by then.
So what have I been doing lately. Monday was my annual eye exam. Something in my life is going right--no changes, no glaucoma, no Macular degeneration, no cataracts--yet. Have a good life and we'll see you next year.
Went downtown to see my therapist yesterday. I was feeling much better than I did two weeks ago. After the visit, I walked to the San Francisco Center, where I bought some more books--started on the Sue Grafton series, finally. Also went to Nordstrom where I couldn't find any clothes that I really wanted but did get some makeup--my eyebrows have been steadily thinning, so I got brow makeup to enhance them. My hair is still coming out, but not as much and now in inch or less long strands that are hard to pick up--so I'm just shedding.
Sorry about the pictures. I'll see what I can do about them tomorrow while I'm still feeling fairly good. I'm also hoping to make a run to the office to show the guys I'm still alive. Once I start radiation, I'll see if I'm up to maybe four hours a day. I need to get back to work before they figure out that they can get along perfectly well without me--if they haven't already. I miss my spreadsheets and fighting with vendors--er--setting vendors straight.
xxooxx
Showing posts with label trip downtown. Show all posts
Showing posts with label trip downtown. Show all posts
Wednesday, July 9, 2008
Tuesday, June 24, 2008
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
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
Tuesday, April 29, 2008
Escape...and adventure
It is amazing how your prospective changes with the vicissitudes of life. I had an appointment downtown (SF) today, so I drove myself to the BART station. My timing was perfect. The train got to the station just after I did. I settled myself in comfortably and started to knit for the journey downtown. A youngish man sat in the seat in front of me with a Ipod blasting away. I asked him to turn it down and he got up and moved--just not far enough away. I suppose I can take a small amount of joy knowing that he will be deaf before I will. When I rule the world, all people who use Ipods and the like that I can hear will be sent straight to the gulags.
Anyway--I got to San Francisco in good time, deposited a check at the ATM--I love the ones that don't need an envelope, that just read your deposits. I had my appointment, then I walked (for the exercise, of course) down to the San Francisco Centre. I went to Bloomingdales and got something I didn't need for the sheer joy of shopping. I went on to Nordstrom, just to see if there was anything I really needed, but by then I was getting tired. So down to the concourse level I went, got a Jamba Juice with protein, sat and drank it so that I wouldn't break the BART rules by taking food or beverage on the train, paid a courtesy visit to Mrs. Fields, then descended into the bowels of the earth. Once again, my timing was excellent. The train pulled up just as I got to the platform. I settled in--now here comes the adventure part. We were moving along, fine as could be till we left 24th and Mission. We pulled out from the station and stopped. The driver announced that a tree was on the tracks just past Balboa Station. So we sat for a while. Eventually, he took the train back to 24th where we all got off and waited for them to send a train on the wrong tracks to take us on our way. I suppose it was only 15 or 20 minutes, but by then I was tired and had another appointment at 3. They must have worked pretty hard, because I couldn't see anything on the track. There were several CalTrans vehicles on the freeway adjacent to the BART tracks, but nothing on the tracks. I came home long enough to check the mail, and then went off to see my primary care physician, who pronounced me doing well.
I'm counting down the days to the next chemo session--not because I'm really looking forward to it, but because I want it over with. I'd like all of them over with when you get right down to it. Three weeks is too short for a vacation, but a really long time between treatments.
It was good to get out by myself today. The last time I bought gas was March 22, and with today's travels, I've put on almost 50 miles since then. It's pretty pathetic when the height of my adventure is getting off the BART midtrip and waiting to be rescued. Now I think I will cook something I don't really want to eat.
xxooxx
Anyway--I got to San Francisco in good time, deposited a check at the ATM--I love the ones that don't need an envelope, that just read your deposits. I had my appointment, then I walked (for the exercise, of course) down to the San Francisco Centre. I went to Bloomingdales and got something I didn't need for the sheer joy of shopping. I went on to Nordstrom, just to see if there was anything I really needed, but by then I was getting tired. So down to the concourse level I went, got a Jamba Juice with protein, sat and drank it so that I wouldn't break the BART rules by taking food or beverage on the train, paid a courtesy visit to Mrs. Fields, then descended into the bowels of the earth. Once again, my timing was excellent. The train pulled up just as I got to the platform. I settled in--now here comes the adventure part. We were moving along, fine as could be till we left 24th and Mission. We pulled out from the station and stopped. The driver announced that a tree was on the tracks just past Balboa Station. So we sat for a while. Eventually, he took the train back to 24th where we all got off and waited for them to send a train on the wrong tracks to take us on our way. I suppose it was only 15 or 20 minutes, but by then I was tired and had another appointment at 3. They must have worked pretty hard, because I couldn't see anything on the track. There were several CalTrans vehicles on the freeway adjacent to the BART tracks, but nothing on the tracks. I came home long enough to check the mail, and then went off to see my primary care physician, who pronounced me doing well.
I'm counting down the days to the next chemo session--not because I'm really looking forward to it, but because I want it over with. I'd like all of them over with when you get right down to it. Three weeks is too short for a vacation, but a really long time between treatments.
It was good to get out by myself today. The last time I bought gas was March 22, and with today's travels, I've put on almost 50 miles since then. It's pretty pathetic when the height of my adventure is getting off the BART midtrip and waiting to be rescued. Now I think I will cook something I don't really want to eat.
xxooxx
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