Coming Out Of The Dark....Literally

Well, it's 4:30 in the morning so I guess I'm back to the "waking up in the middle of the night" pattern. I gotta say, it's better than the "sleeping for three days in a row" pattern so I'll take it. I'm trying to think of a Jeopardy question here. Would "Alex, I'll take better sleeping patterns for 1000" work? Nah....Guess I'm not that sharp at 4 am. LOL!!

I feel like I'm coming out of a three day fog. I've decided that the anti-nausea pills make me tired so all the sleep makes sense. Just think....I take one of those every 6 hours and two hours after taking one I get sleepy. That's a lot of sleep. I was complaining about losing 4 days every two weeks to my mom. I mean, that's a lot of time. But...then Kim (my sister) posted the message about remembering why I'm doing this and I really have to keep that in focus. I have to focus on the percentages and the better chances that the cancer will never come back that chemo gives me. Focus. Focus. Focus.

I discovered some really great socks. Yes, you heard it...socks. Listen. I love socks. Socks and PJ's. Two of my favourite things. Yesterday, I was wearing my "It's Not Easy Being a Princess" Pj's and these new socks and it was so comfy. Ok, about these socks. They feel like soft air wrapped around my tootsies. So, last night, I've got them on my feet and I'm thinking about how my bristly head is so uncomfortable. Yep, you saw this coming....so I took the socks off my feet and put them under my very uncomfortable head. Ewww? you say? Whatever!! I only wore them inside and it's not like I'm wearing shoes or anything! I'm lying in bed all day. Anyway, seriously, whatever! These socks are so comfortable under my head! I'm going to look for a hat in this material but I don't know what it is. It's light and airy and soft and fuzzy and feels like a cloud. Anyone?

So, that's probably it for excitement around here. Sad, eh? LOL!! Oh! I got a new chair. It was a post-Thanksgiving Day sale called Black Friday. I hate the name of that day. They could come up with something better than that here in the States. And they laugh at Canadians for Boxing Day? Some nerve!! Anyway, the sales are amazing and I got a leather - all leather not just leather front - chair for.....drum roll.......$290. I think. To tell the truth I wasn't that focused on the price - no surprise for those who shop with me - but it was a good deal whatever the price...kinda makes my drum roll a little lame, eh? Anyway it's really comfy and I love it! It's a recliner with a built in back and butt massager. I'm not that interested in the massage but I love the comfort of the recline. As Borat would say, Very Nice.

Ugh!! My head's so itchy!! Now, I can say, I can hardly wait for the stupid stubble to fall out!! Stupid Stubble, stupid stubble. Say that 10 times fast.

We're gearing up for a big weekend here. My bedroom may get painted this weekend. "May", I say. First off, Andrew's going to Germany for the week. He leaves on Saturday the 8th and gets back on the 15th, midday. My birthday. My 45th....I digress...more on that later, I'm sure!! Anyway, he and my parents were going to paint my bedroom to make it into more of a sanctuary than a white room. I'm not a fan of white. So...Andrew bought the paint. A pretty blue. At least I think it's pretty. Now, I'm not known for being a good "colour picker". I generally have to give it at least two or three trys. So, we're supposed to try getting a sampler up before Andrew leaves. It doesn't seem to be happening. He's very busy at work and gets home after 7 pm and I don't have the heart to ask him to paint at that point. More to the point...I've been going to bed at 8:00 so there's no time, anyway. He'd be painting in the dark!! OMG!! Now, just the thought of that is funny!! So...since he reads this blog, I'm thinking it'll get done tonight. You reading this, baby? Tonight? (now, in my head I'm singing the song from West Side Story - you know the one - Tonight, tonight, won't be just any night, tonight's the night my baby paints my room - OK, those might not be the exact words, but you get the picture, eh?) OMG! I am going on about this. Anyway. We'll see if it gets done. My parents are going to do it alone now, since Andrew will be away, and they have to start with the stupid popcorn ceiling. I'll be surprised if they get further than that but we'll see. Not that I'm doubting their talents (don't worry - they don't have a computer this week so they're not reading this) but they're both perfectionists so I'm thinking it'll be slow-going. They may surprise me but I'm doubting it. Oh well, a freshly painted ceiling will be nice, too! ROFL!!!

Oh! It's so nice to have enough energy to giggle to myself while I write this. I really truly feel like I'm coming out of the dark. Those last three days are really dark - not just 'cause my eyes were closed! Silly! No, during those days I hate cancer, chemo and everyone associated with it - the doctor, the nurses, the building. That hate runs deep to hate a building. Now I feel like I'm coming back to normal. Still not feeling the love for the nurse who couldn't get my blood last time I went in - she's not touching me ever again - but I'm getting back to normal.

That's all for now. Going to play Pogo! For those of you who've been calling me, I haven't been ignoring you I just haven't had the energy to call. I'll try to call Wednesday, sometime.

G'Nite Everybody!!