Chemo brain revisited
They warned me about my brain taking a break. They were wrong - I am sharp as tacks and even helped a student with his trigonometry homework today. (I'm not a math teacher any more but let's not get into that.) I am finding I can do integral calculus in my head and can finally remember all the connections on robotics and electronics components.
But I have become the expert at bloody stupid. I really did eat last Wednesday's dinner for lunch (not all of it - Susan always cooks enough for left overs: I just happened to eat the leftovers first). And on Friday I decided to look the other way while hammering a piece of flooring into place. Good job, too, I suppose, as otherwise I would have seen me mash my left index finger with the hammer: great shot, just missing the nail and neatly trimming the flesh off the tip of the finger. Didn't half bleed - one way to drop the blood pressure.
Then I lost my laptop charger (Lenovo have invented yet another plug so none of the 15 chargers I have - don't ask - fitted) and had to buy a new one which arrived by mail about 10 minutes after I'd found the original in Susan's laptop bag.
I refereed a soccer game yesterday - the kids on one team had clearly never been told to respect the ref and that arguing with him is unlikely to put him on your side. They lost 3 - 1 and not through any prejudice on my part: I even awarded them a free kick on the edge of the penalty area a minute from fulltime and they managed to turn it into a goal to the other team. And now I can't figure out how to submit my match report. The how-to on the refs' website refers to buttons that aren't there and the button marked "Match reports" goes to a dead page. Just hope I can remember which was the red team and which was the yellow by the time I get this worked out. Yes, I could. And someone had complained about something to do with the game - I have no idea what but I hope it was my crappy reffing as the yellow coach deserved it. [It was a yellow team parent yelling unpleasantly at the red coach - nice guy.]
Had a nice unexpected visit from my mate John today - don't see him as much since we stopped walking to the school bus stop together half a dozen years ago (gulp!) I'd just started running a drop of hot water into the laundry sink to wash some substances I don't wish to discuss from the bolt covers for the downstairs toilet when he arrived. So, of course, I had to show him all the improvements we've made to the basement (he was justifiably unimpressed as he is a builder and has been digging out his crawl space with a Bobcat and building walls and laying concrete floors and stuff). Still, he made all the right noises until we were interrupted by the long suffering Susan arriving home and asking exactly why I was flooding the garage with hot water. I took advantage of my carelessness by grabbing the mop intending to wash the floor. Accidentally nudging it into the tyre of my car revealed that iron is not the best material from which to make a mop handle as it neatly folded in half along the line of rust through the bolt holes. At least that made it easy to toss in the garbage.
Had a long chat with Brad at Cancer Care today - he treats everyone like a 4 year old (in a good way). He said he didn't recognise me because last time he'd seen me it was to drill a hole in my butt for a core sample. Conversation briefly went downhill from there, inevitably bottoming out with a discussion of where to emigrate to if Trump wins (thereby becoming a Trumpugee). Susan has vetoed Paihia and I have vetoed Auckland. No matter - I've had my chemo rearranged to take the pills much more often including daily steroids so I guess I'm in for a few short nights (see my next post!) If I wake up at 3 a.m. tomorrow and can't eat or have a mug of Typhoo because I am having blood taken at 8:30 I will not be a jolly chappie.
Bed time - good night, Gracie.
But I have become the expert at bloody stupid. I really did eat last Wednesday's dinner for lunch (not all of it - Susan always cooks enough for left overs: I just happened to eat the leftovers first). And on Friday I decided to look the other way while hammering a piece of flooring into place. Good job, too, I suppose, as otherwise I would have seen me mash my left index finger with the hammer: great shot, just missing the nail and neatly trimming the flesh off the tip of the finger. Didn't half bleed - one way to drop the blood pressure.
Then I lost my laptop charger (Lenovo have invented yet another plug so none of the 15 chargers I have - don't ask - fitted) and had to buy a new one which arrived by mail about 10 minutes after I'd found the original in Susan's laptop bag.
I refereed a soccer game yesterday - the kids on one team had clearly never been told to respect the ref and that arguing with him is unlikely to put him on your side. They lost 3 - 1 and not through any prejudice on my part: I even awarded them a free kick on the edge of the penalty area a minute from fulltime and they managed to turn it into a goal to the other team. And now I can't figure out how to submit my match report. The how-to on the refs' website refers to buttons that aren't there and the button marked "Match reports" goes to a dead page. Just hope I can remember which was the red team and which was the yellow by the time I get this worked out. Yes, I could. And someone had complained about something to do with the game - I have no idea what but I hope it was my crappy reffing as the yellow coach deserved it. [It was a yellow team parent yelling unpleasantly at the red coach - nice guy.]
Had a nice unexpected visit from my mate John today - don't see him as much since we stopped walking to the school bus stop together half a dozen years ago (gulp!) I'd just started running a drop of hot water into the laundry sink to wash some substances I don't wish to discuss from the bolt covers for the downstairs toilet when he arrived. So, of course, I had to show him all the improvements we've made to the basement (he was justifiably unimpressed as he is a builder and has been digging out his crawl space with a Bobcat and building walls and laying concrete floors and stuff). Still, he made all the right noises until we were interrupted by the long suffering Susan arriving home and asking exactly why I was flooding the garage with hot water. I took advantage of my carelessness by grabbing the mop intending to wash the floor. Accidentally nudging it into the tyre of my car revealed that iron is not the best material from which to make a mop handle as it neatly folded in half along the line of rust through the bolt holes. At least that made it easy to toss in the garbage.
Had a long chat with Brad at Cancer Care today - he treats everyone like a 4 year old (in a good way). He said he didn't recognise me because last time he'd seen me it was to drill a hole in my butt for a core sample. Conversation briefly went downhill from there, inevitably bottoming out with a discussion of where to emigrate to if Trump wins (thereby becoming a Trumpugee). Susan has vetoed Paihia and I have vetoed Auckland. No matter - I've had my chemo rearranged to take the pills much more often including daily steroids so I guess I'm in for a few short nights (see my next post!) If I wake up at 3 a.m. tomorrow and can't eat or have a mug of Typhoo because I am having blood taken at 8:30 I will not be a jolly chappie.
Bed time - good night, Gracie.
how many chemo sessions are you going to need before you have a break ? or is there no break ?
ReplyDeleteLooks like a total of 16 before a break but the break may be no more than "come back next week". We're taking a week at the beach in June and I am reliably informed I can have a week off.
ReplyDeleteThat sucks to put it mildly, however do not consider doing a Deadpool
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