Beautiful morning!

I didn't sleep much last night; it was mostly on and off, and I got up at 6:30.  So much for sleeping later. :)

I think I'll ask Ironwood if it would be OK if I took some pictures of their place to add to this blog.  I'd like to have pictures of the infusion ward, and get a shot of that radiation machine.  Meh, maybe later.

Anyway, I'm still feeling pretty tired today.  Drank an Ensure and had a pancake, maybe one and a half.  I lost 7 pounds... first time in my life I lost weight and started crying.  This is one weird trip I'm on.  (must be!  I just ended a sentence in a preposition... and I don't care!)

My sisters stocked up on the Ensure, which wasn't so bad, really.  I got the butter pecan flavor, and I am still toying with the idea of putting it in my ice cream maker and making a frosty out of it.  

I just took my Chihuahuas outside and it's so beautiful this morning; the sun is bright, the air is crisp (by Arizona standards, so you know... 70-something), and my hibiscus is blooming and the bougainvillea is amazing.  The oranges on the tree behind me (of which I get probably 1/3 of their yield) are starting to turn from green to orange. These are navels, too... too bad I won't be able to have any for a while.  Can't have fresh fruit because of dangers of bacterial contamination.  But, I can drink juices.

Oh lordy, speaking of juices; so there are juice boxes... and pretty decent ones in the little fridge in the Infusion Ward, and enough candy to make Willy Wonka jealous.  I wondered if it would be wise to eat and infuse, but apparently, people do it with reckless abandon.  I didn't hear a soul get sick in the three and a half hours I was doing chemo yesterday, and so far, today, while I don't feel nauseated, I am not feeling really good either.

My sister Nancy says I should probably start taking naps whenever I can, to augment lack of sleep.  I'll try that.  Oh, they gave me my schedule for November on a nice little calendar print out.  I have to go have blood tests the Wednesday before every chemo.  The infusion nurse said she doubted Sonora Quest had the ability to use my port, so my arm is probably going to look like I am a heroin addict.  (See, Marie Claire editors, that's HEROIN, not HEROINE... idiots.)