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.