Hullabaloo

It's me, your one and only emcee 


I have returned from my six day staycation as pale as when I left.  Mother dearest drove to Madison to accompany me to the bone specialist appointment.  Simply, I was scared to go alone.  Since she was driving back to Midlothian, Emma and I hopped a ride to the sandless, sunless, palm treeless land for a mini-vacay.  I needed a rejuvenation and Emma needed to meet Dad and the OFHS crew.  She was well behaved and made me proud.  


The week was a nice breath of fresh air.  I was also pumped up with new blood on Tuesday so that may be a factor in the pep in my step.  Vampires tend to perk up with new blood.  The weekend was full of laughs since that's always how it goes with my girls.  I also got to spend time with Mom and Dad, which after living home for so the stint, was very welcome.  


So the skinny on what's going on: to sum it up my right shoulder and left hip are not fairing well due to the treatments that have been beating me up.  I was doing well in the boxing ring but it seems that the chemo took round 3 with a K.O.   

I am going to give physical therapy a go and see how the joints feel.  The only option other than grinning through the pain is a replacement hip and/or shoulder.  I am not ready to be Bionic Katrina quite yet; I was thinking maybe 50 years down the road...  then I can make jokes about my artificial sweetener but not quite yet.    


One day this too will just be a faint memory that I can shake my head at with a smirk of mirth fueled by the triumph.  

babble, babble, babble

My Bane, Treatment

Last week, I made my monthly pilgrimage to Chicago.  It fell at a time when my usual buddies were busy so I went solo.  I was weary about going by myself, but it turned out to be a good experience.  One on one time with my doctor and nurses proved to be very informational.   A few tough items have come up, which I will divulge unto cyberspace at a later date.  I haven't dealt with them mentally/physically yet so they're not ready for the world to digest either.  The strength will come, just not yet.

On the happy side!  I have a new date that I will countdown to with joy... 

JUNE 24, 2013!!!

It's my end date.  

I am so pumped.  It's next year!!!!!!  

My Buddy, Emma

The little dear happily napped with me throughout this week.  I spent a majority of my week creating Zs since I caught a cold and my counts plummeted.   Her husky side is poofing through with the fall of snow.  She loves the stuff.  She comes inside looking like Chappelle with white powder all over her snout all jazzed up and rearing to go.   At times I want to squeeze her to pieces because she is so freaking adorable and at other times I want to shake her.  But that's puppies.

My Happenings...

They have been limited because I limp due to fractures in my hip (call me Edith, not kidding) and low energy.  However, I was able to make it to an annual get together in Milwaukee with my girlfriends.  MU pride!  I had fun, and I did my best to keep up with the celebration.  However, I know my medical entourage would want to shake me if they knew what I was up to.  But that's twenties.

Madison has begun to get mundane.  I haven't been able to start any of my plans - yoga, classes, etc. which I was really looking forward to.  I also had to skip out on plans due to the disappointing counts, which is nothing new but it still tough.  

Is it just me or are there violins wailing in the background? 

If life seems jolly rotten There's something you've forgotten

(Post namesake is from Spamalot - http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uWGjnIhUyew)


I have come to find that I am one fast one-handed typist.   I was in piano classes for a bit and I was told that I have great span.  I am very thankful for it because I can shift+any key on the board with one hand!  Go me!


Why is this pertinent?  Why because I fractured my elbow!  Let me just say that my mood was a sh!tstorm hurricane this week worthy of NOLA.  I gimp around and can't reach top shelves because I also bruised my shoulder and hip.  ::Sarcasm alert::  Awesome.  


How did this tragedy come about?  Well, I was trying to clean up some of Emma's backyard bombs.  Our yard resembled an ice rink at the time.  Emma was burning energy playing with her frisbee and doing laps... one of which was behind me.  Her tie-out caught my legs and I was sacked.  It was cartoon worthy.  I flew into the air!  With a thunk (and apparently a snap) I feel on the ice.  Emma licked my face as I tried to stand; I still love the little honey bun.


Where is my hopeful 2012?  The year is going to improve from here.  I keep finding myself saying that.  I am not a very religious person.  I am jealous of those who are.  But I found sayings along the following uplifting...  
  

I will pass His test... but geez Lois, this is worse than stats class.  So I have moaned enough, hopefully my next post will not be dripping with such misplaced anger.