A mundane day

It was great to be home last night, but the dang hospital routine was hanging on me like a 3-week boot camp. We never did shave the hair in the hosp., just wanted to beat the traffic and get home, and we thought Mikey really wanted to pluck some. He was a little grossed out – if you used the force to say pick a potato chip out of your hair, you got about 30 hairs. See the photo. Mike took a pluck, and was about to start grabbing fistfuls, so we agreed it was time to shed.




So at 10pm we went in the yard and left the hair out there instead of all over the bed and house.





Dana was starting to feel her cold coming back all day, and by 11 pm was asleep in bed. I, on the other hand, was wide awake and banging away. Dana was going to sleep on Mike’s top bunk so as not to infect me – going to be a little cautious until the WBCs are way up there. I told her just to sleep in our bed, she needs to recuperate more than I, and I am fine. Not only that, I am used to the foreign bed at this point. So she goes to bed, and finally I go to bed at 12:30, just as in the hosp, and fall asleep at 1:00. Unfortunately I wake up at 5:00, waiting for the stupid blood draw that of course is not coming. Damn routinization. Wish I had asked for a sleeping pill for a couple nights, should’ve anticipated this.

Dana was up early too, and we cuddled and cried and talked on the couch for a long time, working through a lot of tension and emotion until the boys started rising at 7:00. Sure was nice to be home for the day, and it sure was easy to fall into the old ways. Part of me was standing back and observing, though, thinking about how you can put a teenager in a bad mood by working on the wrong stuff first thing in the morning. Dana and I were actually in reversed roles for a while, as she was getting annoyed at having to sign Mike’s missing assignment sheet yet again, and I was saying now is not the time to fix this ongoing problem, not right before he leaves for school.

I had a bowl of cereal for breakfast. No bacon, no cheese. Dana made some eggs, so I had eggs. Paid the bills. Filed. Made calls and appointments, picked up prescriptions, got the laptop hooked up to the wireless network and internet. Canceled the AOL free trial. Mundane, daily, just what I needed. Taught Dana how to pay bills in Quicken. Went to get shoes for me, instead got shoes for Dana! She now has many, and I have not enough. Very political that.

We returned the new camera that was a gift in December, that I dropped the night of Mardi Gras Ball. In retrospect I was dizzy when I dropped it. Anyway, the door that holds the digital card in broke off, and we didn’t think Staples would replace it 3 months later, so I put on a short sleeve shirt and let the PICC line dangle out, and we go into Staples looking as sick as possible. The girl behind the service desk is busy, but the manager is there and says “Is there something wrong with the camera?” We tell him, and he says “We have that in stock, let me get one.” I start to tell him we got it in December, and he says it doesn’t matter and hands us a new one. Great.

My eyebrows are starting to fall out, and a number of women have mentioned that they do pretty good eyebrows. I may try to do something with insects, though, not live insects but drawings of insects as eyebrows. I took a lot of entomology in college; I have a degree in Plant Science with a concentration in Plant Pathology! Anyway, it seems to me insect eyebrows could be cool, different ones each day. Walking sticks. Lines of ants. Caterpillars on sunny days. Why stop at insects though? How about Putin and Bush? A dog and a cat? I may have to put up a whole web site, Eyebrows of the Day, just for this.

We have to leave at 6am to be at Stanford by 10am, the visit there will take 4 hours (2 units of blood, Vincristine, Elspar), home by 7pm. I better go to bed now. What a nice mundane day, nice boring blog.