Tired, tired, tired...

It really amazes me how 40 seconds of being zapped by radiation, five times a week, can make you feel weak as a kitten.  Some days, I'll go outside to get the mail, if I see our postal person our there, and it feels like I have to go miles across the desert to get there.  But believe me, I want to walk; I want to stay up on my feet and push and not let this weakness bring me down.  And, not to worry, it won't... I'm far too ornery. ;)

Isn't coffee a wonderful pleasure?  I think back to my parents, and when I say that, you should know that I had three;  Mom, Dad, and my mom's sister, Auntie, who had always lived with us.  There was always coffee in the house.  Of course we children were not interested, nor would we be given any.  Oh sure, with eight of us, wouldn't it be great if we were caffeine'd up?  Gods forbid.

Not sure when I picked up the love of coffee.  I drink mine black, for the most part. As did my parents, as Dad was diabetic, and Mom was diagnosed, too, many years later.  We didn't, in fact, have much sugar at all in our lives, except for Halloween or when my dad's sisters Charlotte and Cecilia gave us all our Easter Baskets.  Oooh, See's Candy eggs.... great memories there.

Coffee just tastes good to me.  Wendy, on the other hand, never developed the taste for it.  In this house Jane and I can drink coffee all day.  I've been known to get up, have a cup of coffee, and then go back to sleep.  Mom was the same way.  I wonder if we become caffeine resistant.

Today is radiation number 14.  Is it weird that I am counting them?  I think I count them because of all the warnings I have had of the cumulative effect of them, and so far, I'm doing pretty well, and you'd think after thirteen of them, I might be having pain, irritation, etc.  Thankfully, I'm not; at least not enough to worry about.

I saw the Radiation Oncologist following my zap yesterday, and she was delighted with my appearance, my lungs and my progress... and remember, we LIKE it when she's happy. :D  I just don't know enough about this progression to understand what's good and what's not good, but Dr T certainly does.  I have great respect for her.  So if she's happy, so am I!

Had to do some bedroom re-arranging yesterday.  My NuStep got moved over toward my closet so that I could steal the Poang chair and ottoman from Cathy's room.  Gosh, this thing is so comfortable.  When I get tired, I sit there and shuffle through the seventy zillion cable channels, and usually find nothing I want to watch.  But, I cuddle up there with Lindsay's and Sandi's quilt and revel in that softness.  I am spoiled. ;)

Well, I think I'll go try to play some World of Warcraft for a bit.  I hear all the major cities are under attack, so I must go defend my homeland.  Zug Zug!