11/24/13

Emily says I have to blog even if I have nothing to say.  Just because she has nothing to say when she speaks doesn’t mean I have to follow suit. 

This is my 4^th stay in Norton’s Commons – no wait – it’s Norton’s Hospital, since this sojourn began months ago.  I’ve kind of gotten used to walking around in a gown that’s open in the back.  It feels liberating.  I just wish that creepy guy down in 610 would stop following me around. 

This term is supposed to be a mirror image of my first stay, which, if you remember, was really bad.  But through the miracles of modern medicine this has turned out to be quite the opposite.  So far I’ve had no reaction to the constant flow of drugs.  Some weakness.  5 days of constant hiccups.  (IF you’ve never experienced that – you don’t want to.  They are painful!)   But other than that – nothing.  Now the heavy shit comes later in the week.  The 24 hour KILLZ ALL is sometime this week.    I’ll just pretend it’s turkey and dressing and sweet potatoes and cranberry salad and green bean casserole and pecan pie and Uncle Don’s dumplings, and  mashed potatoes and gravy and --- well you get the message!!!!!!!!!!!!

I’m beginning to dig the glossy dome look.  Makes me look like Mr. Clean!!

For those of  you that care, my weight is hanging in there.  I’m running at about 190-195. Hey at least I weigh more than this IV pole I’ve got to drag around with me everywhere I go.  I’ve named her, by the way.  She’s Lemonade Lucy!  I’m thinking about opening up my own Lemonade Stand down on the corner of the nurse’s station.  But I seriously doubt if anybody would want to spend a dime for a cup of this poison. 

I know the temperature is going down but the sports are heating up.  This is a great time to be bed ridden – if there is such a time.   With the Cats and the Cards life is exciting.  And 24-7 Sports Center.  Im becoming an expert.  De de de-de de de.

 

I’ve been on thorazine for the hiccup problem.  For all of you out there that like your blood pressure to hover around 10 get on it.  You’ll be doing the thorazine shuffle before you know it.  If you don’t know what that is watch One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest, or ask someone from my generation. It’s groovy, Daddyo!

I’ve about run out of words, but I have to address the holiday this week.

As you all sit down this week with those you love and those that love you and tip back that glass  - remember those that don’t have what we have.  Remember those that are sitting alone.  Remember how blessed we are!  Someone sitting at one of those Thanksgiving tables that I’m talking to right now should get teary eyed thinking about how much we have.  Everybody take a second and look around you.  Why are we so blessed?  We have to give something back.  Most of us have been given far more than we deserve!  We must make a solemn promise to ourselves to do something to return the blessings that have been bestowed upon us.  Little – big – doesn’t matter.  Give something of ourselves to someone that doesn’t have what we have.

Nothing has made me appreciate what I have like this latest setback.  I am a wealthy man.  As a matter of fact we are all wealthy people.  Let’s share the wealth.

 

Happy Thanksgiving to all of you.  With great love, Chemo Bob