Today I did absolutely nothing. Well I did take a nap and walk the dogs, but outside of that nothing. Still not completely able to shake free of this chemo stuff, I am trying to develop a rhythm and a routine (no not gymnastics). By the way, I was told that some may not realize that when I "walk the dogs around the yard" that the yard is five acres, so it is a little more than just standing on the porch holding the leash at arms length while they do their business.
This weekend though, I am hoping things will change. I will pretty much be forced to do stuff and get into a decent sleep routine. We will be traveling to my parents' with the dogs for an early Thanksgiving celebration. To honor my still being alive, they are carving a turkey to look like a malignant testicle...OK, I am making that up. But I do feel that this Thanksgiving will have a little more thanks than usual, even if it is only coming from me. There will be plenty to do during the day, like sleep while the girls shop, but that is not why I think I will get into a routine. There will be five people and six dogs. I try to make it a habit to never be outnumbered by dogs, especially when they can count. And most dogs can count. If you don't believe me, get two dogs together and give them treats, but give one of them one more treat than the other. You will quickly see that I am correct about dogs and arithmetic. So, there certainly will not be any sleeping during daylight hours, that is when the dogs will all be together and they can plot. I do not think I can stop them or outrun them in the state I am, but I am getting well enough to knock down my sister when the dogs come after us, and that should be enough diversion for me to get away...and possibly my wife, she is on her own though. At night time, we all retire to our separate bedrooms, where we will be at parity with our puppies. Again, my sister will be the sacrificial lamb, but she is the one that let herself get outnumbered so I have no pity on her.
One of the activities my father and I have planned is a trip to some of my old stomping grounds, including one of my favorite stores. Keep in mind, I have maybe gone into this store once a year for the past ten years, yet the employees still greet me much the same way they greet Norm when he walks into Cheers. Don't ask how much money you have to spend to be remembered after ten years...seriously, please don't ask. The only depressing part is usually I have money to haggle and deal with, even on stuff I don't want, and this time I won't. Between being unemployed and the financial hit we took from cancer surgery and treatment, there isn't a whole lot of "fun money" to be had. (It turns out that the great insurance that I had through my employer, kind of sucks.) I thought about selling my body to raise some cash, but I was having trouble giving it away before the surgery, and now after the surgery I am considered "B-stock" or "irregular" and will have an even harder time. Plus my wife says, she is not willing to pay me for that and even if she did, it is still "our" money anyway. That just doesn't seem fair. Because, this place just may have an American made Paul Reed Smith with twenty-four frets and double cutaways. I wonder if they would be interested in trading one for an irregular body? Nah, I don't think Phil nor Eric would be interested.
So, between avoiding the canine uprising, looking broke and pitiful at stores (but not so much that they kick you out), and eating turkey, I should get my sleep pattern back. And getting out will help me to be less sedentary than I have been around here. However, if my family really wanted me to be active and cared about my health, they would get me that PRS...
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