According to my datebook, it's only been a week that I've been referring to my weekends as sicksleep. It feels like the term had to be part of my vocabulary far longer. Yesterday, like clockwork, I slept from the moment I returned from my fateful CT scan (not that I know my fate, only that the test will prove fateful). I had some ritz crackers yesterday, and otherwise slept without dreaming. Overnight, however, a shift. Dreams, which normally do not inhabit my sicksleep. Weird dreams with all types of strange transportation. No reason to bore you with the details. With enough phone ringing, however, I woke up more than 20% of the way before noon. I couldn't fall back to sleep, and read a magazine (to my blog follower who can relay this message, SMG looks damn good in EW this week). I made it all the way to the basement and brought up the baby books, need to keep them safe from Irene. I ate cereal. And still stayed awake. So when Ken mentioned going in search of D batteries, I was still awake, and agreed to tag along!
That's right. I left the house during sicksleep for the first time in weeks. And in the rain, which I think helped. We went a few different places, to no avail. No Ds, no Cs, and of course, no flashlights. Not sure what type of Irenaggedon (sorry, I've been watching a lot of The Daily Show lately) we're expecting, but we may just lose a couple pivotal letters. One of which is for cookie, which is always good enough for me, and would result in the saddest loss.
I'm still a nut driving a scooter. I'm really good at it, and most scooter drivers out there are, um, not. For me, it's fun sport, though, and while walking would be preferable, scooters turn on a 0-degree radius, which is an awesome trick in the toothpaste aisle. Unfortunately, I'm not making THAT great of an impression with my inability to walk all the way through Target or Lowe's or the market. I can stand to reach the high shelves, of course. I can walk a few steps away to scan groceries. People must wonder why the heck I need a scooter. Or I imagine this as I want to answer unasked questions by shouting that I have no energy and am lucky to be out during sicksleep. There are so many days I never make it beyond my bedroom door, or when a trip to the bathroom requires significant planning. Today I made it out of the house, and I am kind of proud of that.
Dr. Fox sort of backpedaled on Wednesday about switching me to the chemo pill, so clearly quite a lot is riding on my CT scan. I may have more sicksleeps in store. I may have more days in my cushioned, king-sized square, or I may have more outings involving a scooter. I'll take the scooter over the bed if I have the choice, so if you see me out and not quite independently mobile, be glad for me!
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Do you get scooter rage? Do you tail the other people on scooters?
I loved the scooter back during my foot surgery days. Had it not been for those scooters, I think I would have gone certifiably insane that summer. Scooters are awesome and while I wish you didn't have to use one, I am hopefull that you'll have more days on the scooter than not! :-)
Love ya,
Laura
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