OK, I was wrong, Teresa is right. I have a cold or the flu or some such. I feel like hell, have a tremendous headache (that Teresa gave me a shot to make go away, I hope it works), and when I am not careful I have a wicked wet cough. Yeah, on top of having my cancer back, I am sick. Yay rah. No more touching things (like elevator buttons) in public places anymore. I am back to “You are really sick and catch everything” mode. I would rather not leave the house, but I have to for some things I guess. At least I am not to wearing a mask again… yet.
Teresa found the perfect gift for me to get her. https://www.etsy.com/listing/507790768/song-lyrics-canvas-first-dance-lyrics?ref=pla_similar_listing_top-6&frs=1
The song we chose was Storybook Love from The princess Bride. The song was sang at our wedding and has always meant so much to us. It’s the perfect song. It will be hung above our bed. Something special for her to remember me by after I am gone.
She had shown me several other items over the last few days, and this one was the only one that struck me as perfect. So, naturally I asked her about sizing and stuff, got out the tape measurer to make sure, ordered the perfect size. I’m happy about it. Hope I am still happy about it when it arrives.
I didn’t do anything I had planned to do today. Didn’t call Jodie, didn’t call Dr. Matta, the dentist either. I slept till 10 then napped from noon to two. Hoping to get my days and nights back into order, cuz right now, I am tired at 10pm, go to bed, fall asleep around 3 or 4am and then sleep 6-8 hours. Which puts me normally sleeping till noonish. Wednesday is going to be tough, we have to leave around 8am-9am to get there between noon and one. I won’t say I can’t sleep in a car, cuz I have. I just have difficulties sleeping in a car. So I will be awake the whole time, just dragging my buttocks all afternoon. We don’t get done with the Doctor till 4:30-5pm. Then its the long traffic drive home. It won’t be so bad once we hit Iowa. But the Minnesota part will be packed.
At this point, I don’t know if I will be able to run Aravas, my Dungeons and Dragons campaign tomorrow night. I am writing this at my desk and even with Zofran I feel like I am gonna puke. I really want to continue my game, but if I can’t, I can’t. I think everyone knows I have cancer, and I think everyone knows I am sick on top of that. I think I will try to run the game and if I get feeling to bad, just call it then. Would hate to call it now and then feel good tomorrow (no matter how unlikely that is). So tomorrow we play for as long as I can do it or 3 hours, whichever comes first.
Teresa came up with the perfect dinner, except the restaurant is closed on Mondays. Now she has dumped deciding mainly on me. I know I don’t feel up to going out, so that leaves us with her going and getting whatever we choose to go. Heh, she chose Lou Malanati’s Pepperoni Pizza from the basement freezer. I shouldn’t have walked down the stairs, I felt like I was going to tip feet over head, good thing there is a rail. Anyhow, the pizza is up stairs in the kitchen, the pizza pan is down from on high, and Teresa takes over from here. So once the oven warms up, it’s 50 minutes to delicious deep dish Chicago style pepperoni pizza. Yeah, buddy, that is how we role.