So hip that mine is killing me. Just walked the dog, right after I came from golfing. Shot an 86 at Dairy Creek from the old man tees; 40 on the front and I had 5 staight pars. I ran out of gas and luck at 14 and messed up the back nine, but oh well. I haven't found the right fuel. I tried a Red Bull last week and got all jangly, and I tried Starbucks Mocha drink this week and ran out of gas, and I've tried protein bars. Maybe I need red meat at the turn.
There are turkeys all over the golf course, and they will run right in front of your cart, daring you to hit them. Turkeys playing chicken!
Congratulations to Bill McNiff on May 23, one year birthday of his new bone marrow, way to go Bill! And Mac, what you say about arms is so true, I can never find the right place for them unless I sleep on my back. I used to always sleep on my back, but because I am always cold these days, I am on my side, trying to snuggle into myself, and I wake up with dead arms from cutting off the blood to them. I have a good mattress, so I think the only reasonable solution is removable arms. They had removable penises back in the '80s, I wonder what happened to that technology? http://www.mp3lyrics.org/k/king-missile/detachable-penis/
Also, I am inventing a game based on nuking Peeps, where you put one Peep for each person in the nuker, and nuke em, and then everyone has to take the position of their Peep, i.e. like Twister. I will call it PeepOrgy. That would be banned in Alabama!
I wrote the following poem this morning, based on a Writing Through Cancer prompt to look in the mirror and reflect on images past, present and future. I never could color inside the lines.
With apologies to T.S.Eliot
I am Sibyl, and I know the way
through the half-deserted souls
that lead to hell and back.
One ill-conceived wish makes an eternity
in the looking-glass,
a wretched sack of decaying flesh and
frazzled hair, battered by time and the
chemistry of living.
Give homage that you can die,
that you can obliterate
the image that looks back at you,
and take relief from the incessant
drone of aging.
Better to feed the dead land,
to become mulch for lilacs
and create life from death.
Mikey said it was very cheery, and in a way it is. Imagine what we will be like when they cure cancer and Alzheimers and others, and we live to be 150. What a mess! One thing I say when I look in the mirror is 'Hey, I'm still here!' But do I want to say that for another 85 years?
Most of the trip with my brother is planned. We meet in Las Vegas on 4/30, stay in a cheap nice hotel, then go on to Zion Canyon the next morning. We have to scramble for a camp site on Friday, but have reservations at Watchman campground 5/2-3. On Monday we go to Bryce Canyou and scramble for camping, hang for a couple of days, and then go to the north rim of the Grand Canyon. One more park, unknown as yet which, then back to Frank's house in Las Cruces area. I will hang there for a day, then drive to SLO, maybe stop at Joshua Tree for a night. Exhausting.
Since I am already exhausted, I am really hedging on going to the East Coast from New Mexico, 2400 miles or maybe 45 hours, then back west 3125 miles, maybe 57 hours. It is a lot of driving, but then, what else am I doing? Actually I have a lot of tasks that I do, getting Mike to school, keeping the house clean, shopping, laundry, reserving us cars and ferries for the Great Britain trip, figuring out how we are going to afford this. Wow, I feel more important now! Maybe the best reason not to go east is Garrison Keillor is here on May 12, and that is John's birthday. I could make it if I leave Las Cruces on Sunday.
Wednesday, April 22, 2009
Sunday, April 12, 2009
Killer bunny
Happy Easter! The bunny came again, mmboy I love those malted eggs. When I was a kid we got these giant chocolate-covered eggs that were filled with various things. I liked the nougat the best. Some of them had cream filling. The bunny is getting older and can't lug the heavy stuff anymore, so Peeps and malted eggs it is. We puffed a Peep up in the microwave, but not to the point of explosion, just distortion.
It would be cool to have a body like a Peep. My left hip is really falling apart, so I went to the hip doc. He took a pic and showed me how I had no cartilage left in there, and a cortisone shot wouldn't reallyhelp, I had to tough it out until the oncology docs said he could operate, maybe 5 years. Ouch, but I knew all this already.
I went to see my local oncology doc last Thurday, and everything is chugging along except my liver function tests were way above normal. He asked if I was taking anything new, or if I'd been drinking heavily. I did have a couple of vodka tonics when Beauch and I went camping a week ago, and another here and there, but 4 drinks in five months didn't do it. He asked what else I had changed, and I told him I started taking Tylenol Arthritis, basically time-release tylenol, on top of the other tylenol I take for headaches from other meds.
He suggested ibuprofen based products, but I told him I was allergic to aspirin and its derivatives. He asked if my donor was allergic to them, and when told she wasn't, he said Well then you aren't. I told him I had been told otherwise, but he reassured me they have seen the switch of allergies many times, and logically it makes sense, since allergies are a reaction of the immune system. So I took some ibuprofen, expecting to start a hives thing, but nothing happened. I will have to explore this with aspirin too, for all the heart health it provides.
He also didn't see a big problem with us traveling to England, Scotland and Ireland, since they have hospitals as advanced as ours. So we booked tickets for July 7-August 5, Dana, Mike, John the taller, and his enamorata Laura. Holy moly, should be great. Two small cars cost less than a van, and will be more peaceful we hope.
In a minute I am going to get some research done on camping somewhere between here and Texas. My brother and I are trying to hook up somewhere, and since I am untethered I can travel further. We were looking at Bryce Canyon until I saw the nighttime temps were in the twenties. I am pondering a visit to RI to see Mom and the RI gang, and I would be 1/3rd of the way already if we were camping near New Mexico. My next doc visit is in Stanford on May 7th, so that is the next limiting factor for me.
I would do as we did on one cross-country trip, with Beauch, and stop and golf every day and take 4 days to get to RI from New Mex. I could stop and visit Lisa and Manuel in N. Carolina, play their course before heading north. I haven't thought this through the whole way, but I'm working on it.
Dana was home on Spring Break starting last Friday, and by Saturday morning she realized that I was a listless slug, puttering around the house and making believe I was unhapy with the mundane drudgery of my life. She called me out, do SOMETHING, volunteer, whatever. So naturally all I could think was 'Run away, run away!' That's what I will do. I'll do something when I get back.
It would be cool to have a body like a Peep. My left hip is really falling apart, so I went to the hip doc. He took a pic and showed me how I had no cartilage left in there, and a cortisone shot wouldn't reallyhelp, I had to tough it out until the oncology docs said he could operate, maybe 5 years. Ouch, but I knew all this already.
I went to see my local oncology doc last Thurday, and everything is chugging along except my liver function tests were way above normal. He asked if I was taking anything new, or if I'd been drinking heavily. I did have a couple of vodka tonics when Beauch and I went camping a week ago, and another here and there, but 4 drinks in five months didn't do it. He asked what else I had changed, and I told him I started taking Tylenol Arthritis, basically time-release tylenol, on top of the other tylenol I take for headaches from other meds.
He suggested ibuprofen based products, but I told him I was allergic to aspirin and its derivatives. He asked if my donor was allergic to them, and when told she wasn't, he said Well then you aren't. I told him I had been told otherwise, but he reassured me they have seen the switch of allergies many times, and logically it makes sense, since allergies are a reaction of the immune system. So I took some ibuprofen, expecting to start a hives thing, but nothing happened. I will have to explore this with aspirin too, for all the heart health it provides.
He also didn't see a big problem with us traveling to England, Scotland and Ireland, since they have hospitals as advanced as ours. So we booked tickets for July 7-August 5, Dana, Mike, John the taller, and his enamorata Laura. Holy moly, should be great. Two small cars cost less than a van, and will be more peaceful we hope.
In a minute I am going to get some research done on camping somewhere between here and Texas. My brother and I are trying to hook up somewhere, and since I am untethered I can travel further. We were looking at Bryce Canyon until I saw the nighttime temps were in the twenties. I am pondering a visit to RI to see Mom and the RI gang, and I would be 1/3rd of the way already if we were camping near New Mexico. My next doc visit is in Stanford on May 7th, so that is the next limiting factor for me.
I would do as we did on one cross-country trip, with Beauch, and stop and golf every day and take 4 days to get to RI from New Mex. I could stop and visit Lisa and Manuel in N. Carolina, play their course before heading north. I haven't thought this through the whole way, but I'm working on it.
Dana was home on Spring Break starting last Friday, and by Saturday morning she realized that I was a listless slug, puttering around the house and making believe I was unhapy with the mundane drudgery of my life. She called me out, do SOMETHING, volunteer, whatever. So naturally all I could think was 'Run away, run away!' That's what I will do. I'll do something when I get back.
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