My eyes just popped out of my head in cartoon character fashion. Caliente!
Hubba Hubba!
She's like 6'2" so imagine a saucy queer glam theater kid Gwendolyn Christie grabbing me by the hips and shoving me into shapes.
But she's been on vacay for her 40th bday so I won't get to see her until next week.
However, I did make it to my 9am Monday morning Pilates. There's not one part of it I'm looking forward to as I'm hiking off in the fog to exercise, but my teacher, Angella, gave us all a really sweaty, focused workout and my body needed it.
I spent most of the weekend housecleaning in advance of a guest coming and just spent 20 minutes cleaning the inside of my microwave and the front of my oven. Yes, it needed that much Formula 409 and elbow grease to offset the grimy grease.
“I believe in the importance of the jury system”
Good one! I believe you are a good citizen. Also I need to call in about a jury summons.
Grand Jury ahoy! This should be interesting.
And I appreciate and thank you for your service!
Go brenda with the civic duty! Interesting times indeed
I haven't been called in many years. When I moved from Palm Beach County to Broward I thought it might kick in again, but nope.
I'm ambivalent about having to take a health exemption, but I just can't imagine me and an attendant getting sequestered or whatever.(NO prosecutor would pick me ever, either, though.)
Starting a new writer's group tonight.
Radiation Day 1 was very anticlimactic. The whole radiation process apparently takes less than 10 minutes, and obviously Tim won't feel any effects (good or bad) on day 1, so it was basically (1) show up, (2) get zapped, (3) go to work. I only wish the entire 7 weeks would be this uneventful.
Day 1 down, 34 days to go (not counting weekends; the last day of treatment is October 24).
Wednesday is chemo infusion #1. The day is going to go like this — 10:30 am, radiation; 10:45 am, appointment with radiation oncologist; 11 am, chemo infusion starts; 11:15 am, appointment with chemo oncologist; 11:30 am, appointment with nutritionist; 12 noon, Steph leaves the hospital to grab lunch and get to therapy; 1 pm, Steph has therapy; 2 pm, Steph goes back to the hospital, stopping at CVS on the way; 3 pm, chemo infusion is over and we go home.
I am exceedingly happy that the hospital is literally 3 miles from our house. Driving back and forth will get old, but at least it won't be a long drive.
