Chemo Brain and stuff revisited

Not working proper sometimes

The chemo (or is it the handful of steroids?) continue to play daft games with my brain.  March's chemo regime has mercifully come to an end - I was taking a big dose of steroids 4 days in a row which gave me one perfectly pleasant sleepless night (wide awake and ready to roll so why not?), one slightly dopey night and two days of feeling like crap.  April had only one day per week of steroids (Tuesday) so Tuesday night was a short one, Wednesday night was largely spent peeing and Thursday night was back to normal.
The effect on my brain, upon which I rely for a living, has been odd.  I find that my problem solving skills are better than ever but my memory for names and things I have to do is completely shot.  I have taken to writing "socks" on a piece of paper before going into the bedroom for socks so that I don't get in there and wonder what I am doing.  Asking me to run errands is generally a waste of breath but both Susan and Sam give me plenty of friendly reminders.  I have to wonder how the hell they put up with me.
I've ballsed up the steps between the patio and the porch, cutting up loads of timber into what seems to be random lengths.  Fortunately I realised when I bought the timber that I'd probably make a dud cut or two so I have plenty to spare but the porch, where I'm running the saw, looks like some mad giant has been making building blocks for his kid.  I just have the last step (aka bottom landing) to go.  Seem to spend a lot of time leaning on a shovel staring blankly at what needs doing next.
We're making the garden bee-friendly this year so we've planted a lot of nectary flowers and milkweed for the monarchs.  This friendliness does not extend to wasps and mozzies, though, both of whom are on my shit-list as usual along with the stink bugs.
I've typed enough - my typing is bloody terrible these days with about a 30% error rate.  Both hands shake a tiny bit which doesn't help and my gutar plaunbig (that was menat to say "guitar playing") is definitely on hold though I can still strum.  Absolutely none of this worries me a bit - life is good, the family's great though I wish the NZ part was easier to get to.
Just heard that my beloved Subaru needs $4,000 of repairs - cheaper than a new one, I suppose.  (Turned out to be a mere $3,200 and no, I don't want to know there's a guy in Waimau who would have done it for a slab of DB.)

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