Now that you know, this is my life…
Happy Hump Day, bitches! I am happy to say that this week has been much less exhausting than last week. I really thought my brain was going to explode by last Friday. But, it didn’t, and here I am to dump my brain like a truck, truck, truck.
Since we’re talking about not having any fucks to give, I must confess that lately I’ve been feeling the same way as Grumpy Cat. I don’t know if it’s this weather, being bored at home, hating the way I look, being in limbo with all my lupus treatments, depressed about the out-of-order baby making lady parts… I’m a little unhappy right now. I’m trying to shake this feeling because it’s not ME.
Tomorrow I have my chemo infusion and see McDicky. I had my first infusion at his office the beginning of February. I’m very particular how my port gets accessed (don’t come near me without wearing a mask), but when I walked in and the nurse said “Hi MarLa! The blue chairs are heated and have massagers,” she could have come at me without gloves or chloroprep, and I probably wouldn’t have cared. Toasty buns and happy muscles make for a faboosh chemo experience!
Hooray for poison, toasty buns, and lazy eyes!
After my infusion, I saw McDicky. He made some changes to my meds, most importantly, lowered my steroids. I’m definitely feeling the effects, and it’s hard to tell if I’m tired and achy from the steroid wean or from lupus itself. I had a pretty crazy weekend (well, my equivalent to crazy these days), and I’m paying for it now.
Steve and I had a great anniversary celebration. On Friday night, we stayed in and opened a bottle of wine. 1.5 glasses later I was singing along to the 80’s Love Song Pandora station (thank you, Nicole
) and giggling at everything. Once I started serenading Steve with a little She’s Like The Wind
is when things got a little fuzzy. Luckily, I recorded it and put it on Instagram, so the memories will last a lifetime. Also, what happened to my tolerance?
On Monday, I attempted a crock pot meal that called for a whole chicken. Did all the prep, turned the pot on, and let that bad boy cook in all his juices for 6.5 hours. Little did this Undomestic Goddess realize was that a plastic bag of guts stuffed in my bird was also getting juicy in the crock pot. Imagine my surprise when I discovered the chicken gave birth to the guts bag and it was floating at the top…
I know some people hate them, but I LOVE L-O-V-E gifs. They make me happy. And sometimes, when hitting The Googles for Mannequin gifs, you stumble on amazing articles that validate your love for one of the best (read: worst) movies ever made.
A woman in ancient Egypt, who travels through time and ends up in Philadelphia? Totally believable.
I haven’t been to the gym or used my juicer in a month. Steve called me out on not using the juicer over the weekend, and I told him I had used it on Friday morning. I didn’t. I lied. 🙁
That’s all I got. I’ll try to get another blog in this week, but with the chemo, I make no promises.