In which I am waaaaaayyyy too far out there
On Friday I got out of the car in one parking lot while our friend C_____ got into her car, so I yelled about four versions of her name (that I couldn't quite remember), and she recognized me. Quickly and chirpily we chatted about her cancer (across her waist) and my cancer (in my brain), and were amazed at the same treatment we were getting from the same machines, and then went off upon our ways.
She's chirpy enough that the thing felt like a good television scene, about people who met young, now older, cancer, cancer, cancer. Yoiks.
At the time I was being driven around by mishalak, to all the places I needed to go, and then the places he wanted to go, where I bought hats. Why? Why hats? Because I'd just been on the fifth day of brain-zappage all week, and my brain was happy with those dang things. They looked good to me.
Today we've run a garage sale all day long on our front yard, to benefit the badly injured daughter of one of our mailmen.
And during afternoon I am completely out of it. Unable to move or do much of anything for the rest of the afternoon or evening. I hope I am healthier tomorrow.
I am suffering because I ran around far too fast all weekend. I am suffering because I did too much too fast.
Well, pooh. I just wanna get past this irradiation stuff, big time, but I'll slow down again for the next two weeks until it's overwith.