For side effects, symptoms. boredom or sleep. Thinking about it, I’ll go for the sleep. I didn’t get much last night probably secondary to both the cats and the lovely prednisone I was complaining about last chemo cycle.  While I was waiting I managed to make a couple of head-scarves, ignore the cross-stitch, soak in the hot tub, sort out a box of books, finish a pair of p.j. bottoms for College Guy, and clear a number of mystery containers from the fridge.

You know the kind I mean – those things which have an expiration date somewhere back in the last decade (or month), are manifesting as agar for colony growth or are seriously and truly limp. Then of course there are the slimy vegetables hiding down in the bottom of an otherwise empty bag. No one around here would finish something off! Oh no! That would mean disposing of the container. Anyway, I had a fine time tossing things out and berating everyone else for not thinking about cleaning out suspicious packages. While I was at it, those last couple of tablespoons of chocolate ice cream looked quite lonely.

I’m back out in Richmond. I’ve successfully figured out how to set up one of my many lights so that I can actually see the cross stitch while I download some audiobooks from Downpour. I can’t always resist a $4.95 sale. I just wish their app was better….

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About Holly

fiber person - knitter, spinner, weaver who spent 33 years being a military officer to fund the above. And home. And family. Sewing and quilting projects are also in the stash. After living again in Heidelberg after retiring (finally) from the U.S. Army May 2011, we moved to the US ~ Dec 2015. Something about being over 65 and access to health care. It also might have had to do with finding a buyer for our house. Allegedly this will provide me a home base in the same country as our four adult children, all of whom I adore, so that I can drive them totally insane. Considerations of time to knit down the stash…(right, and if you believe that…) and spin and .... There is now actually enough time to do a bit of consulting, editing. Even more amazing - we have only one household again. As long as everyone understands that I still, 40 years into our marriage, don't do kitchens or bathrooms. For that matter, not being a golden retriever, I don't do slippers or newspapers either. I don’t miss either the military or full-time clinical practice. Limiting my public health/travel med/consulting and lecturing to “when I feel like it” has let me happily spend my pension cruising, stash enhancing (oops), arguing with the DH about where we are going to travel next and book buying. Life is good!
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One Response to Waiting

  1. Mary says:

    I thought about saying this last time but didn’t. As an asthmatic, prednisone is the drug I love and hate. Or is that love to hate? I like the fact that I can breathe because of it. I don’t like the early onset cataracts (had surgery for both eyes last year), the bones that are more brittle, the mood swings, the lack of sleep, the, the, the. Broke a bone in my foot on a high dose because the sound of the timer was more than I could stand. While running to turn it off, I slammed my foot into the door frame.

    On the other side of the coin, I am still alive and breathing.

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