This headline brought to you by one Ms. Katy Perry, and my nocturnal hot flashes. They aren’t HORRIBLE for me, at least yet, but I think the sidekick could likely do without my running back and forth between needing two flannel sheets, a regular sheet and our quilt and nothing at all several times throughout the night. It is what it is.
This weekend was terrific, but not super exciting. My son’s football team won their last game of the season, but it was in the freezing cold evening rain, which means I was wiped out all day on Sunday. Not sick, just lethargic. I can’t let myself get that cold and then expect to have an easy day, and although I did bundle up well, by the end of the game, I was chilly.
Friday night I actually had a lot of fun hanging out with a couple of girlfriends who happen to be moms of the boy’s friends. It’s nice to get out of the house and just drink wine and eat too much brie. The boys seemed to have a good time as well, so I’m pretty sure we’ll do it again. I even brought my wigs so that the other ladies could try different looks. I don’t wear them often, why the heck not.
I didn’t get any additional pick up on the blog after my TV appearance, pretty sure the fact that I didn’t even mention the blog is probably a big factor there. I still think that was likely on purpose subconsciously. It was hard enough to just go on TV. I’m more honest here than I’m ready to be in front of a lot of people I don’t know, even though I’m totally open to whoever wants to checking the blog out.
At the moment I’m in Seattle again- waiting for my doctor’s appointment at SCCA before I run to UWMC for another fill. As of this Friday, I’ll be 3/4 of the way through my treatments. I’m hoping to ask my doc today if there’s any benefit to staying on steroids for a couple more days to see if I can keep working more next week. I keep trying to block out the bad parts on the good days. It’s really not that hard, since I have way more good days than bad.
See, that’s the thing that I think it’s easy for you, my lovely readers to forget. I complain here, but really, most of my days are good days. And knowing how few bad days I have left, I know I can get through this shit.
Even if it does feel like my moods, like my body temp, are blowing hot & cold.