Well, it’s Friday. Only two days after treatment. It’s hitting me earlier than usual. Feel like maybe I overdid it at the Y last night. Went into work this morning but was feeling so bad had to leave within an hour. I somehow made it home and have been couching it since. Feeling miserable. I moved up my treatment day in an effort to reduce any extra time off work. Just can’t seem to win either way.
TGIF, and a better day at that. I’m feeling physically, mentally and emotionally better than the past few days. Any sick feeling has subsided. Just as with the actual storms we’ve had this week, the clouds have lifted. Looking forward to a night out with some of my girlfriends. We’re going to see New Order tonight at the Austin Music Hall (yes, we’re kickin’ it old school).
And in other news, sometime last week on a sleepless night around 3:00 am I decided to drive to Marble Falls to venture around the local Wal-mart (which is virtually the only thing open at the time of morning). Yeah, never got there. I’m driving down a dark stretch of Hwy 71 toward the Hwy 281 turn when I spot a small, orange kitten bouncing between the grass and weeds at the edge of the road. So, me being the good samaritan I am, I turned around and stopped to rescue the little guy (appeared to be around 6-9 weeks old, starved, thirsty and had obviously been dumped). At first, the little thing darts out at me so happy to see someone to help. But she was quickly scared by a passing car and jumped into some brush behind barbwired fencing. Mind you it’s pitch black on this rural, Texas highway. Nothing around but ranch land. It took me a good 30 mins to an hour to coax the scared, little thing out. Each time I got close to it another car would pass and scare her back into the brush. Eventually, after much meowing by the both of us, I captured her. It took another 30 mins just to coax her out of the car with some canned tuna.
Anyway, for days now I’ve had this damned kitten running around my house wreaking havoc. I swore to myself no more cats after my beloved Picasso died last year. I am perfectly happy with my two pups, Mo and Greta. Last night it came to a head when she broke a very nice vase of mine while she was running and jumping and playing. That was the last straw. So out she went. I put food and water out for her. Aside from my neighbor’s dog running her up a tree last night (and that is where she spent the entire night), I think she likes it outside. I was compassionate enough to check on her throughout the night. She was playing around on my front porch this morning except for the time she spent under my car, making me late to work. Hope she is still around when I get home tonight.
I did try several rescue groups but all are full up on cats and kittens. Unless anyone out there wants a cat–??? And maybe I’ve grown a little fond of the tiny, orange tabby, but I’m not willing to give up my home to a cat again. This is a sink or swim world! If she sticks around and doesn’t get eaten by a snake or something, she’ll have to be an outside cat! I’ve named her “Highway.” Seemed appropriate.
I came in to work today. It was so hard just getting out of bed this morning. I doubt anyone is even reading this blog, just me. Just a handful of people responded to my e-mail plea for emotional support via e-mail/text. I am grateful to those who did respond!
Having a really hard time of it right now. Just have to get through today and hope tomorrow will be better. Have fitness class at the Y tonight but not feeling up to it physically or mentally. Attending a show tomorrow night with girlfriends–hope I’m up for that!
I’m having a really hard night, emotionally. It’s 2:15am. Can’t sleep.
Yesterday was not a good day but today is even worse. Second round of chemo hitting me harder than the first. Not a day to say “suck it up.” I think I will have to ride out this part of the storm with sleep.
I woke up last night drenched in sweat, shaking uncontrollably and with the worst nausea so far. Still feeling it this morning. Hoping to make it in to work this afternoon. Have 3rd fitness class tonight at the YMCA and I need to make every class. My new motto: Suck it up, Joanna!
So frustrated this morning. Couldn’t find my car keys so I dumped the entire contents of my purse onto my front porch. Truth is sometimes change is harder than we think. I just wasn’t ready to face the world with my new do. However, this morning I’ve had glowing reviews at work. Let me know what you think. See below pics. I have to admit these just might be some of the best pics I’ve taken in a long time. Decided to upload some of them to my Facebook profile. Wonder if anyone will be able to tell it’s not my natural hair? Looks pretty good, don’t you think?