Today is my 50th Birthday, the big 5 0. Smack is the center of middle age. Truly a day I NEVER though I would live see, but here I am. Happy Birthday to me.
So much for a beautiful day on my birthday. It is storming all over the state. Kind of of reminds me of how I feel right now.
I ran fevers last night. Fevers that should have had me in the emergency room. But after discussion it with Teresa, we decided we were going to go spend hours in the ER. So I took a couple Tylenol and took a couple Ambien and went to sleep (sort of). I only seem to run these fevers at night, which seem weird to me.
Which wins, trigger insomnia or ambien? The answer is triggered insomnia with a nod to the ambien for getting me a little sleep. Speaking of sleep, I think I can get a little more right now. So I am gonna save draft on you all. I’ll finish this later.
I did get a 4 1/2 hour nap. That made me feel considerably better.
We finished watching The Umbrella Academy last night. I rated the whole season as a DUD. The ending was a shocker though, so I got to give them credit for that. But a good ending does not make up for a boring storyline to get to it. The first season was so good, the second season was so BLAH. The proposed third season is set up to be good again. Let us hope, they have a third season.
I am very much looking forward to Texas Roadhouse for dinner tonight. Teresa has volunteered to go get it and bring it home tonight for my birthday dinner. Haven’t had a properly cook steak since March. It’s going to be good. It has to be good. Yeah, it’ll cook a little more on the way home as its about a 20 minute ride from Texas Roadhouse to here, so I will order it medium rare hoping for nice medium.
I feel atrocious. Like someone kicked me to the curb. I am hoping this is just temporary and things will get better soon. I’d hate to have lived thru cancer twice to be taken out by a fricking cold that won’t go away. But at least we know it’s not Covid-19.
My blood stats are in limbo for 14 more days. If I keep being sick, they won’t be improving. Dr. Alkhateeb said he wants me to switch to monthly blood tests. That won’t fly with Dr. Wehbe. Dr. Wehbe likes blood tests before chemo and then 2 weeks later when I see him or his nurse. That is ok, we’ll play the silly game of sending them when I am getting chemo and not sending them when I am not getting chemo. That should be easy enough. I wish Dr. Alkhateeb would talk to Dr. Wehbe, that would make life so much easier on me.
It’s my 50th birthday and I feel like crap. That is the take from this blog post. Happy Birthday to me. I’m 50 now. No more 49. 49 seemed to last forever, that maybe because of the lockdown half way thru. But here is to hoping that 50 is a better year.