Apart from Zinging Fingers, the other new side-effect from the chemo is like a gastric reflux, a burny feeling in my throat, which makes me burp in the most unladylike way. Just as well I never invested too much in being ladylike! It’s definitely a lost cause after 49 years of enjoying sitting cross-legged and putting my feet up. Dresses and skirts were never really a comfortable option. We won’t go into stillettos and so forth (sorry Mandz, red shoes!). There is an ancient photo of me wearing a crocheted dress (remember those?) along with permed hair. I swear it was my evil twin.
This round of chemo seems to have gone past very fast. When I think about what I actually did for the last 3 days it’s quite difficult to itemise. Obviously, Wednesday’s 6 and a half hour session wiped that time out. Thursday’s hour session (+ 30 minutes each way) once the bubble was done, took us to 2.30. We stopped at Buid-it on the way home, and bought lots more veggie seeds, which Pat sowed in seed trays as we watched the birds from the porch that evening.
Much to her disappointment no green is showing yet. I also found some watercress seeds. I have happy memories of growing mustard and cress on cotton wool in England as a child, not to mention the memory taste of a British Rail cheese and mustard and cress sandwich which tasted like heaven. I remember my dad saying I must be hungry to enjoy BR food (this was 1968/9). If I recall correctly the bread had turned up slightly on the edges from being stale! I think he was going to Manchester for work, and I got to go along (because I was old enough to behave myself!). I remember we went to the pantomime, Babes in the Wood, and I totally fell in love with the Principal Boy. It’s quite fun to identify where and when food cravings come from.
I’ve been wondering if Lou is going to do the Panto for the family again this Christmas, costs more than a small fortunte that, or whether the Nutcracker on Ice will be more fun. Speaking of Christmas, I’m not sure that I approve of Christams Decs and Boney M in November, but it was quite nice to see the unusual combination of green and dark gold that Pinecrest Centre has chosen this year.
I was in there to pick up a Codeword book, before going down to the Centre to have the bubble taken off. That’s about the level of my intellectual engagement at the moment – substituting letters for numbers to fill in the crossword puzzle. It sends me into a kind of alpha brainwave space where I can listen to audible books and podcasts at the same time, whilst not moving around too much.
The mofo-zapping cramps cause me to jiggle around to keep everything moving down below, which can be quite distracting during a conversation! What really helped yesterday was walking round the block with Pepper and Sharon and Rocky. Without going into detail, I can report that something must have changed for the better in terms of the bowel tumour because things are definitely easier on that front/bottom/side (?!).
If the timetable of side-effects is similar to last time, I’m due some nausea today (I have muti) and so might be quite lethargic. Thankfully, Victoria and Alphaeus are doing their magic, so I just need to stay out of their way.
For those interested in dreams. Pat had a strange dream about her late mum wanting a garden path installed down the side of the house (where we walk all the time) wearing out the grass, and having a problem when the contractors insisted on installing carpet tiles (in a pretty enough pattern), because they could not conceive of the amount of rain KZN experiences! I reckon it’s a metaphor for pathfinding, but all interpretations are welcome.