The phot is of juvenile bonobos at the San Diego zoo.It’s a gray stormy day outside. I’ve been in bed most of the day, alternately sleeping and reading the newspaper. It’s a quiet life these days. A trip to the store is a big outing for me. My biggest accomplishment today is: finishing the Sunday NYT crossword puzzle, and unimaginable luxury when I’m well and running around like a maniac.
Jasper left for San Francisco yesterday. We really didn’t have enough time with him. Gavi came back from Washington in the wee hours of the morning and I’ve yet to see him to ask him how the gig went.
Deborah called a couple of days ago with the proposal that I join her in Mexico March 7-21. I’m tempted, but my immune system is very challenged so soon after chemo. Carol pointed out that Mexico is a place to pick up all sorts of intestinal problems, something I can’t afford to do right now. Perhaps I should stick to the San Francisco plan. I truly dislike being so vulnerable. Mexico sounds like so much fun.
I continue to obsess about the job situation. I’m not finding much that intrigues me, but then again, if I did, I don’t have the wherewithal to pursue it right now. Perhaps that perfect job is waiting to appear at the perfect time for me.
Meanwhile, as brutal as chemo has been, it is nice to be able to rest for a change. I’m tired, but in a different way that I was when I wasn’t sleeping enough and jacked up on caffeine to make it through the day. By the time bedtime rolled around I was often so tired I could barely brush my teeth and change to my pajamas. Untying my shoes seemed like an impossible hurdle. I hope if I learn one thing from this experience, it is how to take better care of myself and get enough rest. I never have been able to sleep in, but that is changing. David was astonished the other day when I slept in until 9:45. Of course, that was soon after chemo, so I had some help, but still, it was a minor triumph for someone who usually springs out of bed at 5:30 after spending several hours trying to sleep but failing. I hope I can take these lessons in slowing down to heart.
Jasper left for San Francisco yesterday. We really didn’t have enough time with him. Gavi came back from Washington in the wee hours of the morning and I’ve yet to see him to ask him how the gig went.
Deborah called a couple of days ago with the proposal that I join her in Mexico March 7-21. I’m tempted, but my immune system is very challenged so soon after chemo. Carol pointed out that Mexico is a place to pick up all sorts of intestinal problems, something I can’t afford to do right now. Perhaps I should stick to the San Francisco plan. I truly dislike being so vulnerable. Mexico sounds like so much fun.
I continue to obsess about the job situation. I’m not finding much that intrigues me, but then again, if I did, I don’t have the wherewithal to pursue it right now. Perhaps that perfect job is waiting to appear at the perfect time for me.
Meanwhile, as brutal as chemo has been, it is nice to be able to rest for a change. I’m tired, but in a different way that I was when I wasn’t sleeping enough and jacked up on caffeine to make it through the day. By the time bedtime rolled around I was often so tired I could barely brush my teeth and change to my pajamas. Untying my shoes seemed like an impossible hurdle. I hope if I learn one thing from this experience, it is how to take better care of myself and get enough rest. I never have been able to sleep in, but that is changing. David was astonished the other day when I slept in until 9:45. Of course, that was soon after chemo, so I had some help, but still, it was a minor triumph for someone who usually springs out of bed at 5:30 after spending several hours trying to sleep but failing. I hope I can take these lessons in slowing down to heart.
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