Things could be worse. You could live in this cute little Icelandic farmhouse.Or you could be a patient at Duke. (They STILL haven't called us back!)
This morning, his cowboyness woke up craving orange juice. Normally, in this house, we have enough orange juice to carry us through till the 22nd century. But of course TODAY, did we have any?
Nopers.
So I put the puppies in the SUV and drove to the bottom of the hill and got him some.
He drank a whole serving! He normally hates orange juice. Hooray for the awakening of healthy cravings!
As for bad news, he has a fever today and his heart is still racing. Also, an equipment attachment malfunctioned at 5 am, which he found upsetting, but I won't go into details on the amount of work required to fix that situation. And how much he didn't feel like dealing with it at 5 am.
And I am beginning to worry more each week about the fact that he isn't getting chemo, while it has been a whole month since his surgery. I try not to imagine his cancer finding itself on an uninhibited month-long shopping spree in his body, with nothing to take its credit card away, and no rips being given by his doctor.
[Yes, Monty B., a pox on the devil-may-care Blue Dont-Give-A Devil attitude his aptly sobriqueted doctor is evidencing.]
But as for better news, our boy seems much stronger. Like when he gets up and walks to the kitchen, he isn't wobbling and bobbling and grabbing on to every door post. SOME door posts, yeah, but not ALL of them.
Love to you, and if nothing else, Happy Not Living in Iceland Day!
Hey Beth and Bill,
ReplyDeleteKatie K. just showed me your blog, so thought I'd 1og in with a greeting from Wisconsin. I'm glad Bill is feeling a mite better and hope he's now turned the corner toward a shockingly fast recovery.
Hugs!!
julie t.
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All right! This is gonna work. If you get to Barnes & Noble, tell WD that his roomie's got a big piece in the Spring 2010 issue of Fretboard Journal. He'll get better and out-do me, just out of cussedness. I hope it.
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