OK, the deal has progressed. Teresa and I will be going to the restaurant of choice next week to make sure it’s all it claims to be. I would tell you the name of the restaurant, but I want to make sure it’s the right one before I let the name of the restaurant out. Just me being weird I guess.
Now the date, I am thinking mid-July. Unfortunately, I can’t narrow it down further yet cuz I got chemo to go in between now and then. Oh well, no one wants a date 8 months ahead of an event. Right?
I decided to let kids come to this dinner too. It’s all good. The place I am getting holds 50 for sitting. I had no intention of inviting 50 people so we should be good with kids too.
The McRib is back at McDonalds. Yeah, buddy. Teresa and I love our McRibs. McRib, it’s what’s for dinner.
Last night we went to Texas Roadhouse for dinner. After not being hungry all day it was a surprise when I suggested it, a surprise to both of us. I am tired of Well-Done steaks though. I used to order them that way all the time, the switch to medium rare, then cuz of this cancer crap I had to go back to Well-Done. And they taste dry and just icky. Part of me will be glad to go back to eating completely normally, after Dr. Alkhateeb finally releases me to eat. I miss lunch meat and medium-rare steaks.
D&D Tuesday Night starts in 1 hour and 48 minutes. I am very ready for tonight’s game. I worked out 3 scenarios, depending on what the party chooses to do. One way or the other I think I have it covered. The new bard starts tonight. Should be a nice change from the old bard. The player who played the old bard was brand new to D&D. The new bard is being played by a guy who has been playing for a while.
Flu shot wasn’t as traumatic as I thought it should have been. The shot spot hurts some what. Tylenol and an anti-nausea pill helped make things survivable. I feel pretty good.
Speaking of feeling good. Being as technically I am between cancers. I feel pretty damn good. It’s bound to happen that I am gonna have a big crash. Either my bipolar is gonna seriously act up and my mood will crash (all things considered). Or my MDS is gonna go boom and become Super AML and then I am on the death timer.
Sorry, that was supposed to be a happy paragraph. So, let’s try again.
Speaking of feeling good. I feel pretty damn good. I’ve felt good for the last couple weeks. I’ve been drinking plenty. Which has finally taken care of my dehydration. So, yay for Gatorade.