It’s been a week since my last chemo appointment and I feel OK overall, though still a bit foggy now and then and sometimes for fun my heart rate shoots up to like 130 and stays there even though all I am doing is demonic spreadsheet incantations for work. It always goes back to normal with some water and a walk, so I am not worried about it.
I am not worried about anything. At least once per day, usually as I wake up, I think about the fact that without all the work and support a lot of people put into me I would probably not be here by now. It’s hard to worry when your whole life is bonus time.
I had some good text conversations with cool friends living stupendous lives today. I read some Don Quixote. I told some stories that made people laugh. I completely misused and abused an official HR document. I shaved my head. I tickled Ellie. I am in the midst of folding dough for bread I am going to bake in the morning. It’s been a pretty good day. I am hopeful the streak will continue.
I have finally started writing the letters I promised way back in September. I have no excuse for why it took me so long to move on these. If you sent me your address way back last summer, you’ll see something soon. It can be a penpal thing, or it can just be some rambling note you get from me that you never have to respond to. There is no expectation. Fair warning, my handwriting has gotten even worse with the nerves in my fingers being up against the ropes. Not much I can do about that but be patient.
That’s me. A patient patient.
How are you?