It all begins with having a really good night's sleep! And in order to achieve there are a few things required. First and foremost is to get your own ROOM. Not just your own bed, but an entire room all to yourself. Preferably with a TV and bathroom but those aren't as important as the door that can be shut so you have total peace and quiet. Get your comfy clothes on, grab your favorite pillow and settle in for a long, quiet, uninterrupted sleep. No snores, no grunts, no farts, no stealing the covers. just QUIET! Next take a healthy dose of a strong night time cold medicine. Who cares if you have a cold or not, just take the medicine so it will knock you out and settle under those covers. If you need to kill some time till the drugs kick in watch some stupid TV. Swamp People or River Monsters are two particular favorites of mine but pretty much anything on cable TV will do. When your ready to sleep click that TV off and happy dreams. I slept 12 hours last night and felt wonderful today. Still have the cold, nose is still clogging up but I don't feel as lousy.
Step two to having a really nice day is to go to a movie. I LOVE MOVIES ! I think the only person who loves movies more than me is our friend Frank. That man can quote whole scenes from just about any movie you mention. Most movies just go in my head and out again but I really enjoy them in the moment. Today we went to see "42", The Jackie Robinson story. LOVED IT !! I did not expect to enjoy this movie as much as I did but it really was good! A must see if you get the chance. Or on DVD is fine too. A very good tale!
After the movie it is a must to go have a nice lunch some where and then go sit by your pool for the remainder of the day.
A REALLY NICE DAY !
Friday, May 10, 2013
Thursday, May 9, 2013
GENTLEMEN STEP AWAY FROM THE COMPUTER
Now I know for sure you are all glued to reading this but I am serious guys, this is for the Ladies out there and you guys just won't be able to relate. Go get a beer and check out ESPN for a few and you can return to this tomorrow.
OK girls . . . who out there HATES their underwear? ???? Not like you don't like the texture or design but just the idea that society tells you that you HAVE to wear it. I know it ain't pretty to look at those WALMART photos of the worst dressed people in the world, especially the ones showing those well endowed women who had decided to hell with what society says and have chosen to go wild and free. Those are some visions you have burned into your brain that you really really don't want there but a tiny part of you says, "Hey, that sure looks comfy!"
The older I get the less I like underwear. Tops, bottoms, it's all the same. Squish it in, hold them up, pinching here and chaffing there. Underwear is a literal PAIN! I have ruts, actual indentations, in my shoulders from wearing a bra all these years. Something I know you tiny little things just can't understand. But when God see fit to "Bless You" with a little extra to fill and over flow your bra, rather than give you the will power to stop eating everything in sight, well, things get heavy! It's like carrying 2 bowling balls around your neck. Your whole body stoops forward, your spine bends a little more and things left free can get out of control before you know it.
I grew up in the "BURN YOUR BRA" generation. Only trouble was that at that time I was one of the few teenagers who did not yet have a bra. Talk about mortifying experiences . . . 8th grade home ec . . Having to create from scratch your own graduation dress. I'm sure I have written about this before as it is one of the many traumatic events of my youth. There were about 35 girls all running around in their various stages of undress trying on their creations. Most, if not all, had reached puberty and we wearing bras. Guess who was still in an undershirt! My poor mother had to buy me a bra just so I wouldn't look out of place. I had nothing to go in the bra but at least I looked like one of the gang.(Unfortunately that could not be said for my pitiful excuse for a dress). It wasn't until quite some time later that my body decided to bloom. It continues to bloom till this day! (I like to think I am blooming rather than gaining) But at that time I couldn't wait! What the hell was I thinking??? UGH! Now I just want to be that little old lady who sits around all day in her house coat and no underwear. I mean, seriously, who ever designed these things ? And I am NOT talking about those darling little frilly things seen at Victoria's Secret. I think the secret is that you have to be a size 2 to wear those things. I have yet to find a 42 H any where in the store. If the entire country is leaning toward obesity WHY don't manufactures make BIG underwear more accessible? AND ATTRACTIVE?? All I can find to wear is "Old Lady Tidy Whiteys". Practical and Plain. If I have to wear the damn things at least make it fun for me. Oh, I know I can search the Internet and find someone out there selling "pretty" elephant size underwear but I don't want to mortgage my house to buy them. It's just much easier to go without.
But the down side to being "FREE" is that I cannot leave the house and Heaven forbid the door bell rings Ger is going to get trampled as I make a mad dash for the bathroom or nearest closet where I will stay until who ever is at the door goes away. I don't want the responsibility of giving my neighbor or the UPS man a heart attack because I opened the door swinging wild and free. It's not attractive . . . take my word for it, not pretty at all! BUT IT IS COMFORTABLE !!
And isn't that what life should be about? Comfort ! The number one desire of the retiree. WE don't have to get up in the morning. We don't have to go anywhere we don't want to. We want to 'LIVE COMFORTABLY" and I have taken that literally. If I am going to be out and about my home for the day I will put on a bathing suit top. That's the next best thing to wild and free. But come 5 PM the girls are let out for the night and come hell or high water I am not getting dressed unless it is absolutely necessary.
And that my friends is why Senior Citizens don't go out at night! That is why we go to Early Bird specials at the restaurant. That is why you will never find ME inviting guests in for cocktails at 7. It has nothing to do with going to bed early, it's ALL about the underwear! By 5PM the girls need their freedom and the underwear has to go. I know you all feel the same way. It's the first thing that goes on when my BFF's get together for a night. Out comes the wine and or ice cream and off comes the bra.
TRY IT . . . YOU'LL LIKE IT !!
OK girls . . . who out there HATES their underwear? ???? Not like you don't like the texture or design but just the idea that society tells you that you HAVE to wear it. I know it ain't pretty to look at those WALMART photos of the worst dressed people in the world, especially the ones showing those well endowed women who had decided to hell with what society says and have chosen to go wild and free. Those are some visions you have burned into your brain that you really really don't want there but a tiny part of you says, "Hey, that sure looks comfy!"
The older I get the less I like underwear. Tops, bottoms, it's all the same. Squish it in, hold them up, pinching here and chaffing there. Underwear is a literal PAIN! I have ruts, actual indentations, in my shoulders from wearing a bra all these years. Something I know you tiny little things just can't understand. But when God see fit to "Bless You" with a little extra to fill and over flow your bra, rather than give you the will power to stop eating everything in sight, well, things get heavy! It's like carrying 2 bowling balls around your neck. Your whole body stoops forward, your spine bends a little more and things left free can get out of control before you know it.
I grew up in the "BURN YOUR BRA" generation. Only trouble was that at that time I was one of the few teenagers who did not yet have a bra. Talk about mortifying experiences . . . 8th grade home ec . . Having to create from scratch your own graduation dress. I'm sure I have written about this before as it is one of the many traumatic events of my youth. There were about 35 girls all running around in their various stages of undress trying on their creations. Most, if not all, had reached puberty and we wearing bras. Guess who was still in an undershirt! My poor mother had to buy me a bra just so I wouldn't look out of place. I had nothing to go in the bra but at least I looked like one of the gang.(Unfortunately that could not be said for my pitiful excuse for a dress). It wasn't until quite some time later that my body decided to bloom. It continues to bloom till this day! (I like to think I am blooming rather than gaining) But at that time I couldn't wait! What the hell was I thinking??? UGH! Now I just want to be that little old lady who sits around all day in her house coat and no underwear. I mean, seriously, who ever designed these things ? And I am NOT talking about those darling little frilly things seen at Victoria's Secret. I think the secret is that you have to be a size 2 to wear those things. I have yet to find a 42 H any where in the store. If the entire country is leaning toward obesity WHY don't manufactures make BIG underwear more accessible? AND ATTRACTIVE?? All I can find to wear is "Old Lady Tidy Whiteys". Practical and Plain. If I have to wear the damn things at least make it fun for me. Oh, I know I can search the Internet and find someone out there selling "pretty" elephant size underwear but I don't want to mortgage my house to buy them. It's just much easier to go without.
But the down side to being "FREE" is that I cannot leave the house and Heaven forbid the door bell rings Ger is going to get trampled as I make a mad dash for the bathroom or nearest closet where I will stay until who ever is at the door goes away. I don't want the responsibility of giving my neighbor or the UPS man a heart attack because I opened the door swinging wild and free. It's not attractive . . . take my word for it, not pretty at all! BUT IT IS COMFORTABLE !!
And isn't that what life should be about? Comfort ! The number one desire of the retiree. WE don't have to get up in the morning. We don't have to go anywhere we don't want to. We want to 'LIVE COMFORTABLY" and I have taken that literally. If I am going to be out and about my home for the day I will put on a bathing suit top. That's the next best thing to wild and free. But come 5 PM the girls are let out for the night and come hell or high water I am not getting dressed unless it is absolutely necessary.
And that my friends is why Senior Citizens don't go out at night! That is why we go to Early Bird specials at the restaurant. That is why you will never find ME inviting guests in for cocktails at 7. It has nothing to do with going to bed early, it's ALL about the underwear! By 5PM the girls need their freedom and the underwear has to go. I know you all feel the same way. It's the first thing that goes on when my BFF's get together for a night. Out comes the wine and or ice cream and off comes the bra.
TRY IT . . . YOU'LL LIKE IT !!
Tuesday, May 7, 2013
SPARE ME THE EXPLANATION
Earth to Mars . . . Come in Mars . . . I'm talking to YOU!
How quickly they forget . . . Remember a couple of months ago I was telling you how H finally is appreciating all that I do . . . Well, it seems his short term memory is as bad as my self control when it comes to dessert . . . It just does not exist!
Once again I am finding myself wondering what alternative universe I have been sent to. Thoughtful and kind has been replaced with "shit for brains". There is not a single ounce of common sense left in the mans head. Blame it on the chemo or blame it on age or blame it on the moon and the stars, what ever the cause H has no brain left! ( the only thing we can't blame it on are the pot pills which remain sitting on a shelf in the fridge. I swear H counts them daily just to make sure I am not treating myself to any. I wouldn't be writing this blog if I was taking them!)
So the latest WTF is a Huge humongous "boil" on H's side. I have no idea how long it has been brewing but I was "allowed" to know about it a week ago. It was RED and nasty looking then and it is larger and nastier now. I called the oncologist right away and she saw H on Friday. She put H on a strong antibiotic with the hopes of killing the damn thing before it erupts like the movie ALIEN. (The thing is big enough to be holding something the size of a Volkswagen.) So H is taking his meds BUT, here's where the shit for brains comes in . . . The THING is right on Husbands waist and his belt rubs on it causing it to be even more irritated. Ladies, what would you do? Did I hear you say, "Stop wearing a belt!" YES! Of course. I would be wearing the baggiest pair of pants that I had just to keep them from touching that sore spot. NOT HUSBAND! He insists on wearing the thickest, most stiff belt that he can find. And he insists on wearing it right over the boil. Hells bells, have you seen Justin Bieber lately with his pants down almost to his knees? H could easily fit into the whole fashion trend of baggy, butt hanging drawers but he insists on that big heavy belt. Needless to say the THING is getting nastier by the hour and at this rate will probably have to be lanced by the end of the week. I suggested sitting with a hot compress on it while he is watching TV. Are you ready for this . . . H did not know how to "do that" ! He spent all day saying "Ouch" every time he moved but not once did he put anything on the THING or remove his belt. Not until he was getting ready for bed did he decide he should soak it a bit. I followed the trail of water on the floor only to find H sitting on the edge of the bed with a soaking wet wash cloth and the water in the sink running.
I think I may suggest he soak his head for an hour or two.
How quickly they forget . . . Remember a couple of months ago I was telling you how H finally is appreciating all that I do . . . Well, it seems his short term memory is as bad as my self control when it comes to dessert . . . It just does not exist!
Once again I am finding myself wondering what alternative universe I have been sent to. Thoughtful and kind has been replaced with "shit for brains". There is not a single ounce of common sense left in the mans head. Blame it on the chemo or blame it on age or blame it on the moon and the stars, what ever the cause H has no brain left! ( the only thing we can't blame it on are the pot pills which remain sitting on a shelf in the fridge. I swear H counts them daily just to make sure I am not treating myself to any. I wouldn't be writing this blog if I was taking them!)
So the latest WTF is a Huge humongous "boil" on H's side. I have no idea how long it has been brewing but I was "allowed" to know about it a week ago. It was RED and nasty looking then and it is larger and nastier now. I called the oncologist right away and she saw H on Friday. She put H on a strong antibiotic with the hopes of killing the damn thing before it erupts like the movie ALIEN. (The thing is big enough to be holding something the size of a Volkswagen.) So H is taking his meds BUT, here's where the shit for brains comes in . . . The THING is right on Husbands waist and his belt rubs on it causing it to be even more irritated. Ladies, what would you do? Did I hear you say, "Stop wearing a belt!" YES! Of course. I would be wearing the baggiest pair of pants that I had just to keep them from touching that sore spot. NOT HUSBAND! He insists on wearing the thickest, most stiff belt that he can find. And he insists on wearing it right over the boil. Hells bells, have you seen Justin Bieber lately with his pants down almost to his knees? H could easily fit into the whole fashion trend of baggy, butt hanging drawers but he insists on that big heavy belt. Needless to say the THING is getting nastier by the hour and at this rate will probably have to be lanced by the end of the week. I suggested sitting with a hot compress on it while he is watching TV. Are you ready for this . . . H did not know how to "do that" ! He spent all day saying "Ouch" every time he moved but not once did he put anything on the THING or remove his belt. Not until he was getting ready for bed did he decide he should soak it a bit. I followed the trail of water on the floor only to find H sitting on the edge of the bed with a soaking wet wash cloth and the water in the sink running.
I think I may suggest he soak his head for an hour or two.
Sunday, May 5, 2013
IT WAS A GUANNABANA DAY
The sky was clear blue today. Temperature around eighty. Slight breeze and birds singing. Just the sort of day where you couldn't bear to be inside. And because it was Sunday Kent and Kristen were off so they made a road trip to grandma and grandpa's. Smith fell asleep in the car on the way up so he was in good spirits and all the adults were HUNGRY! A perfect day for Guannabamas. (Gwa-NA-bon-ahs).
If you have visited with us for any length of time you already know about the restaurant in the jungle but for the rest of you let me tell you about one of my favorite spots.
The place opened about 6 years ago and we kept hearing about this new restaurant that was all outside under the trees along the Loxahachee River. It took us about 3years to get up the interest to give it a try and then it took us several months to actually find it. If not for the traffic cones that they put in the street we would still be driving around searching for it. It has no parking so you drive in a circular drive under the trees and hand your car over to the valet. Then it is a walk along the wooden board walk to the tiki hut to sign in and wait for your table. There are high top tables to sit at if you don't care to wait but getting a table right on the river is worth the wait.
Today was Kent and family's first trip there and we had the best table in the jungle. Smith got to play with the lizards climbing on the wall as we watched all the boats and paddle boarders float by. Kristen was delighted with the place and decided she could spend a day sitting there enjoying the scenery. The food is good. I happen to like it a lot. Ger not so much. Today Kent had a burger and Kristen and I had delicious pulled pork sandwiches. Smith seemed to enjoy his hot dog. Personally I could be eating dog food and wouldn't mind in the least because the location is everything. It was a wonderful start to the day.
When we go back home we all headed to the heated pool to let Smith demonstrate his swimming skills. The boy is a fish and can jump off the edge of the pool and swim, kicking and stroking his way half way across the pool. Move over it cousins, Smith will keep up with you in the pool!
Grandpa has been in bed for 3 hours and I am about to fall asleep any second. It was a super good day!
If you have visited with us for any length of time you already know about the restaurant in the jungle but for the rest of you let me tell you about one of my favorite spots.
The place opened about 6 years ago and we kept hearing about this new restaurant that was all outside under the trees along the Loxahachee River. It took us about 3years to get up the interest to give it a try and then it took us several months to actually find it. If not for the traffic cones that they put in the street we would still be driving around searching for it. It has no parking so you drive in a circular drive under the trees and hand your car over to the valet. Then it is a walk along the wooden board walk to the tiki hut to sign in and wait for your table. There are high top tables to sit at if you don't care to wait but getting a table right on the river is worth the wait.
Today was Kent and family's first trip there and we had the best table in the jungle. Smith got to play with the lizards climbing on the wall as we watched all the boats and paddle boarders float by. Kristen was delighted with the place and decided she could spend a day sitting there enjoying the scenery. The food is good. I happen to like it a lot. Ger not so much. Today Kent had a burger and Kristen and I had delicious pulled pork sandwiches. Smith seemed to enjoy his hot dog. Personally I could be eating dog food and wouldn't mind in the least because the location is everything. It was a wonderful start to the day.
When we go back home we all headed to the heated pool to let Smith demonstrate his swimming skills. The boy is a fish and can jump off the edge of the pool and swim, kicking and stroking his way half way across the pool. Move over it cousins, Smith will keep up with you in the pool!
Grandpa has been in bed for 3 hours and I am about to fall asleep any second. It was a super good day!
Friday, May 3, 2013
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME!
I love birthdays ! I loved birthdays as a kid and I still love birthdays no matter what the number is that is attached to the day. The number keeps getting bigger but who cares. It is only a number and given the fact that birthdays are a reason to celebrate I am all for them. And the idea of celebrating for a couple of weeks is even better.
I love that cards arrive for days before my day and continue to come for days after. All sorts of cards from prayers to jokes to the extra classy one from sister in law Joan. There was even a e card from Kathy and Jim, not to mention all the birthday wishes on Facebook. BUT .. . none of the cards could come close to the video from Smith, the home made cards from Abby and Roman or the dozen or so pictures that Finn and Kaelin sent along with a home made sun catcher mobile. It just doesn't get better than that. Although the store bought card that Smith picked out did crack me up. It was a picture of a fish wearing a party hat. Inside it said I was getting a (are you sitting down?), BIRTHDAY COD !
So much for the cards and gifts . . . The party continued with a night out at the theatre. Ger and I went to West Palm Beach's Kravis theatre to see SHEN YUN, an evening of Chinese dance depicting the history of China. Lovely costumes but I had hoped for more. It was a good night out and a test for Ger to see how he would handle a late nit. He did great!
Wednesday Ger and I continued to celebrate with a drive down to Kent's to go to a Mets Marlins baseball game with Kent and Smith. We had not been to the new indoor stadium so that in itself was a treat to not be sitting in the broiling sun, or in Wednesday's case, the pouring rain. Any time spent with Kent and Smith is a party and this proved to be fun fun fun ! The Marlins won, much to Kent's disappointment but it made the crowd all the more charged up.
Yesterday and today we have dined out so that is a good birthday gift. The gorgeous basket of flowers that Kyle and family sent last week are STILL looking as frest as the day they arrived but he chocolate covered bananas and strawberries that Sharon and Bob sent are long gone. Have you evere eaten a chocolate covered banana? OH MAMMA ! They are fantastic! Thanks Sharon!
I should mention that when Ger and I were out dining and tripping the life fantastic I was wearing my beautiful new silver necklace that Jeanne sent AND either of the two pairs of earrings that Ann Marie sent. I am the best dressed birthday girl in the neighborhood.
I love that cards arrive for days before my day and continue to come for days after. All sorts of cards from prayers to jokes to the extra classy one from sister in law Joan. There was even a e card from Kathy and Jim, not to mention all the birthday wishes on Facebook. BUT .. . none of the cards could come close to the video from Smith, the home made cards from Abby and Roman or the dozen or so pictures that Finn and Kaelin sent along with a home made sun catcher mobile. It just doesn't get better than that. Although the store bought card that Smith picked out did crack me up. It was a picture of a fish wearing a party hat. Inside it said I was getting a (are you sitting down?), BIRTHDAY COD !
So much for the cards and gifts . . . The party continued with a night out at the theatre. Ger and I went to West Palm Beach's Kravis theatre to see SHEN YUN, an evening of Chinese dance depicting the history of China. Lovely costumes but I had hoped for more. It was a good night out and a test for Ger to see how he would handle a late nit. He did great!
Wednesday Ger and I continued to celebrate with a drive down to Kent's to go to a Mets Marlins baseball game with Kent and Smith. We had not been to the new indoor stadium so that in itself was a treat to not be sitting in the broiling sun, or in Wednesday's case, the pouring rain. Any time spent with Kent and Smith is a party and this proved to be fun fun fun ! The Marlins won, much to Kent's disappointment but it made the crowd all the more charged up.
Yesterday and today we have dined out so that is a good birthday gift. The gorgeous basket of flowers that Kyle and family sent last week are STILL looking as frest as the day they arrived but he chocolate covered bananas and strawberries that Sharon and Bob sent are long gone. Have you evere eaten a chocolate covered banana? OH MAMMA ! They are fantastic! Thanks Sharon!
I should mention that when Ger and I were out dining and tripping the life fantastic I was wearing my beautiful new silver necklace that Jeanne sent AND either of the two pairs of earrings that Ann Marie sent. I am the best dressed birthday girl in the neighborhood.
Wednesday, April 24, 2013
SNARKY
Is that even a word? SNARKY? I happen to like the sound of it and it perfectly fits the manner in which I use it . . . . SNIDE, SMART ASS, OBNOXIOUS, SHIT FOR BRAINS.
S-N-A-R-K-Y !
That, my friends, refers to Husband. It seems he is feeling better and returning to his old snarky self. I may have to kill him yet!
There really was a lovely hiatus during the cancer treatments when H actually became human. He was polite, not always in a rush, calm and understanding. Probably because he was drugged most of the time but what ever the reason I LIKED IT ! We would talk like humans and he would even listen.
But with the retreat of the cancer all those nice traits have left the building also. And Husband has returned to being snarky!
Please tell me what difference to the entire world does it make what time I get up in the morning? Is the world waiting for my input on life threatening issues? Will it matter if I get up at 5AM or 11AM? I don't think anyone should give a flying F as to what time I choose to join the living. But Snarky does care. He gets up at his time, goes out to the den and on goes the TV and Fox News. Now whether or not I am among the living that routine is going to happen. If we have a day filled with adventure or a day with absolutely NOTHING to do, the man will be up and in front of the TV. Do I need to be up to serve the lord and master his breakfast? NO No and no ! There is more food in this house than all of North Korea. So if I am tired, (and I AM tired!) why the hell can't I sleep without having to endure the next 12 hours filled with SNARK? ! "OH, look who finally decided to get up!", OH, nice to see you finally get up!, "I thought you were getting up early today!". And on and on it goes. I have been counting the Snark today and we are up to a whooping total of 9 smart ass comments from the peanut gallery. The last comment had me on the verge of a "W T F is wrong with you, you jack ass?" But I have kept my cool and not hit him with any verbal or physical bombs. That is not to say I won't explode before bed time. And H wonders why I let him go to bed ALONE at 9 just to have some peace and quiet to myself.
H was an amusing guy all those years ago when I was dating him. His wit and sarcasm, (directed at others) was one of the things I liked about him. He had a quick wit and a sharp tongue but when you have been the recipient of both it gets pretty old pretty quick. And let me tell you the wit ain't as sharp as it used to be. Even before Chemo Brain the old "quick wit" was dulling rapidly. Now-a-days it is just plain dull dull dull!
And so Mr. Snark shall remain unspoken to for most of the day until he gets his act together. I think it is getting time for one of our llllloonnnnnngggggggg chats where he stops chatting and just does some listening. Feel free to send him an email to warn him what's on the horizon for him. He never reads his emails any way.
S-N-A-R-K-Y !
That, my friends, refers to Husband. It seems he is feeling better and returning to his old snarky self. I may have to kill him yet!
There really was a lovely hiatus during the cancer treatments when H actually became human. He was polite, not always in a rush, calm and understanding. Probably because he was drugged most of the time but what ever the reason I LIKED IT ! We would talk like humans and he would even listen.
But with the retreat of the cancer all those nice traits have left the building also. And Husband has returned to being snarky!
Please tell me what difference to the entire world does it make what time I get up in the morning? Is the world waiting for my input on life threatening issues? Will it matter if I get up at 5AM or 11AM? I don't think anyone should give a flying F as to what time I choose to join the living. But Snarky does care. He gets up at his time, goes out to the den and on goes the TV and Fox News. Now whether or not I am among the living that routine is going to happen. If we have a day filled with adventure or a day with absolutely NOTHING to do, the man will be up and in front of the TV. Do I need to be up to serve the lord and master his breakfast? NO No and no ! There is more food in this house than all of North Korea. So if I am tired, (and I AM tired!) why the hell can't I sleep without having to endure the next 12 hours filled with SNARK? ! "OH, look who finally decided to get up!", OH, nice to see you finally get up!, "I thought you were getting up early today!". And on and on it goes. I have been counting the Snark today and we are up to a whooping total of 9 smart ass comments from the peanut gallery. The last comment had me on the verge of a "W T F is wrong with you, you jack ass?" But I have kept my cool and not hit him with any verbal or physical bombs. That is not to say I won't explode before bed time. And H wonders why I let him go to bed ALONE at 9 just to have some peace and quiet to myself.
H was an amusing guy all those years ago when I was dating him. His wit and sarcasm, (directed at others) was one of the things I liked about him. He had a quick wit and a sharp tongue but when you have been the recipient of both it gets pretty old pretty quick. And let me tell you the wit ain't as sharp as it used to be. Even before Chemo Brain the old "quick wit" was dulling rapidly. Now-a-days it is just plain dull dull dull!
And so Mr. Snark shall remain unspoken to for most of the day until he gets his act together. I think it is getting time for one of our llllloonnnnnngggggggg chats where he stops chatting and just does some listening. Feel free to send him an email to warn him what's on the horizon for him. He never reads his emails any way.
Tuesday, April 23, 2013
P.S.
I'm sitting up tonight waiting to get tired after resting all day and I got thinking about the dream I had while under anesthesia today. I've had several colonoscopys in the past and NEVER have I had any dreams. Over the past couple of decades I have had many surgeries where I have been under anesthesia and never have I dreamed. Was it a new type of anesthesia? A different way of administering the drug? Why did I dream?
And it was a GOOD dream. I remember lots of people being in a circle, LOTS of color and everyone was dancing to the most amazing music. I remember waking up and thinking I wanted to remember the music more than anything else.
The dream is fading as the day goes on but when I woke up and the recovery room nurse was there I remember saying to her that I had a dream and how unusual that was . She said people often tell her they were dreaming but can't remember any of it. So I guess it does happen but how come never before? I dream ALL the time when I sleep so I will tell myself it was nothing odd. But I do wonder . . ..
Oh, and by the way, if "natural gas" were fueling the city of West Palm Beach I could make a fortune tonight!
And it was a GOOD dream. I remember lots of people being in a circle, LOTS of color and everyone was dancing to the most amazing music. I remember waking up and thinking I wanted to remember the music more than anything else.
The dream is fading as the day goes on but when I woke up and the recovery room nurse was there I remember saying to her that I had a dream and how unusual that was . She said people often tell her they were dreaming but can't remember any of it. So I guess it does happen but how come never before? I dream ALL the time when I sleep so I will tell myself it was nothing odd. But I do wonder . . ..
Oh, and by the way, if "natural gas" were fueling the city of West Palm Beach I could make a fortune tonight!
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)