Happening Hump Day or Wonderful Wednesday

Started this late Tuesday night when things had gone pretty good for the day, Train ride in and caught a ride home with Alan so I was back to casa by Four thirty and asleep by four forty-five. 

It wore my butt out.  I underestimated what it would do to have to stay on task with out the occasional rest breaks. I will be working from home tomorrow and most likely several days in a row.

Woo Wee, that was all yesterday’s news; this is a blog about hump day the traditional middle of the work week, when we begin to smell the weekend. It’s coming and it’s coming fast.

Speaking of smells, that is one thing I have noticed, my smeller is working overtime, I can smell stuff. Since I have mentioned it to others, they are all like. smell what? I don’t smell anything, but, I can attest, I can smell it.  Unfortunately it doesn’t always smell good.

Biggest offenders, dirty socks, dishes in the sink, the garbage can.  Ok, maybe I had my head in the garbage can a bit much so that one gets a pass.  I wonder if the smeller is compensation for the lack of taste?

Lack of taste is why I am having such a hard time getting back to taking input by mouth.  It’s hard to swallow when stuff tastes nasty with a capital N. And that includes water, not tap water which not only smells bad but has a taste so gross it’ll gag you, but distilled water, water I that I used to love drinking, no odor but the taste is just wrong.

So far I’ve been able to down about 6 oz a day. That is drinking till I can’t stand the thought of another sip.  Actually I can get down one to two ozs at a time; I just lose interest real fast.

I am cutting a fine figure now days, looking cool with my britches riding down on butt.  I have to remain diligent in the event they slip past and head south. What are the punks of today thinking, just seconds away from major embarrassment and they do it on purpose.

Wearing 36 inch jeans now, 34 would be way too tight but 35 would fit fine if I can find any, what to do with the many pair of 38 inch jeans in the closet now?  What’s sad is those 38’s, they were really tight there at one time. Guess losing 38 pounds can do that to your wardrobe.

Throat is pretty darn sore right now but I do believe that it is an improvement over what it was a week ago so I can live with it.  Hurts to swallow but at least I can swallow so that’s a plus in the right column.

Strength and stamina is slowing coming back, overdid it yesterday, I was one whooped puppy by 3PM,  all I could do to get home and take a nap. I guess I need to take it a little bit easier may be next week is the return to working in the office 2-3 days a week. I may try one more day this week but it will not be humpday.

So where are we? Well the doctors are lining up like this April 23, I see Dr Nguyen, my oncologist, at 10 AM,  May the 9 I see Dr Simmons, (internist) at 8 and on the 10^th I see Dr Lliha (radiation oncologist), and last of all I see the dentist may the 31^st at 7AM.

There isn’t any moss growing on my co-pays.

One thing that I was kind of looking forward to was hair loss, I‘ve been considering shaving my head and be a bad ass biker dude but never had the courage to pull the trigger. So I was thinking with the chemo I’ll loose hair and just do it.  Didn’t happen, no hair loss, I am missing out of a ton of pity and concern just because my body refused to become follicly challenged. 

Makes one wonder, did I get the drugs I was paying for?  I got some of the other side effects, just not the loss of hair.  I still may shave the head, just to see what it could have felt like.

Full stats this morning:

Blood pressure: 138/83

Blood sugar: 158

Weight: 197

Shirts worn to date: 45

Shirts available for wear: 19

Throat: Fair to sore

Over all condition: better than the day before, about 40%

Work towards the weekend;

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