Just Dropped In

 

Wordle in 4 today. Not too bad, really. 

Went out to a pizza place with Sweetie Sunday night. We hadn’t really talked about ‘my condition’ until then, so it was good. I mean, it’s hard to talk about but there are practical aspects that need to get sorted out such as him getting the FMLA paperwork filled out for the doctor to sign. Sweetie said that his sister plans to not renew her teaching position in order to be available for my care. When I objected, he said that she was not thrilled with her 1-hour commute morning and evening and there wasn’t anything closer or better and so she was just looking for an excuse. Okay then. 

The other thing we talked about was taking a trip to England or Ireland, but only when my condition was so bad that it won’t make any difference if I drink. I quit drinking in 2012 because I am an all-or-nothing drinker. I still want to drink but I just don’t. 

We’ll see the oncologist tomorrow and I reckon I’ll get the chemo schedule then. He had also said that immunotherapy is an option so maybe we’ll find out about that then, too. I am so not looking forward to the sickness that the chemo brings but I don’t want to not do it, either. 

Last Spring I bought a pattern for a wooden whirligig in the shape of a P51 Mustang airplane but I was too sick to work on it and then it got put on the back, back burner. I may get a friend to cut out the pieces for me to assemble and paint. I would like to have it done and installed as a gift to Sweetie.