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Boy, I'm not sure what I think about this new posting interface. I think it's the inability to tab to the entry window that bothers me most. I like having the options at the bottom all lined up, but... I suppose I could get a client, but I mostly post from elsewhere than my own computer, so it never seemed worth it.
Anyway, I leave for home tonight and am feeling guilty. It hardly seems as though I've done anything at all except expose my sister to a bad cold, and if she gets sick when I leave I'll feel even worse. I really didn't get much done besides hoover the carpet, clean up a little, and run errands. It's such a struggle for her to get up the energy to do anything, even sometimes get out of bed. That's the big worry right now -- even after the first treatment, she was low on some of the important counts, and considering how much surgery took out of her (literally and figuratively) and her extreme weight loss (and she didn't exactly have much weight to lose, the skinny minnie!), it's tough for her to keep going. She's been really depressed the past few days, as well -- feeling like she's a burden on her friends, on everyone. The hard part for me is that she just looks so old. I've always been fortunate in that I don't look my age, and she looked a bit older than me, but now it's like she's 20 years older or something.
And for some reason, it never occurred to me that she would be in a forced menopause -- that since they gave her a radical hysterectomy, she'd be having hot flashes and all the other unpleasant changes associated with that. They can't give her hormones because of the chemo, so it's a tough thing for her. She's taking black cohosh and that helps, but not much. We're going to look into bioidentical hormones for when she finishes treatment in December. I was telling her she should get one of those little handheld fans, and lo and behold, someone sent her one in the mail! I feel like history is repeating too much -- everyone said chemo is better now and that it wouldn't be as bad as it was for my mom, but it looks like so far it's every bit as bad except she isn't throwing up as much as mom did. She's every bit as frail and wasted as my mom was. So I'm not sure what I believe any more.
Because of the cold I didn't get much writing done. Well, that and the leaping off the uncomfortable chair all the time when she needed help. Only about a little over a thousand words on the F&F story, and nothing but a snippet on the Measure chapter. Sigh. But Sis_r gave me a nice little toy -- a thumb drive, about 256 MB -- and so I was able to slap those on the drive to take home with me! Very cool. Apparently this is one of the things she does at work -- distribution of electronics. So she had a bunch sitting around and gave me one! Nifty damn toy.
I do love San Diego, though. I think a lot lately about moving to So Cal for the warmth, and I think this would be the place I'd want to be (since I can't ever afford to live in Santa Barbara!). Hate the creepy-ass spiders down here, but otherwise, I really like this city.
Anyway, I leave for home tonight and am feeling guilty. It hardly seems as though I've done anything at all except expose my sister to a bad cold, and if she gets sick when I leave I'll feel even worse. I really didn't get much done besides hoover the carpet, clean up a little, and run errands. It's such a struggle for her to get up the energy to do anything, even sometimes get out of bed. That's the big worry right now -- even after the first treatment, she was low on some of the important counts, and considering how much surgery took out of her (literally and figuratively) and her extreme weight loss (and she didn't exactly have much weight to lose, the skinny minnie!), it's tough for her to keep going. She's been really depressed the past few days, as well -- feeling like she's a burden on her friends, on everyone. The hard part for me is that she just looks so old. I've always been fortunate in that I don't look my age, and she looked a bit older than me, but now it's like she's 20 years older or something.
And for some reason, it never occurred to me that she would be in a forced menopause -- that since they gave her a radical hysterectomy, she'd be having hot flashes and all the other unpleasant changes associated with that. They can't give her hormones because of the chemo, so it's a tough thing for her. She's taking black cohosh and that helps, but not much. We're going to look into bioidentical hormones for when she finishes treatment in December. I was telling her she should get one of those little handheld fans, and lo and behold, someone sent her one in the mail! I feel like history is repeating too much -- everyone said chemo is better now and that it wouldn't be as bad as it was for my mom, but it looks like so far it's every bit as bad except she isn't throwing up as much as mom did. She's every bit as frail and wasted as my mom was. So I'm not sure what I believe any more.
Because of the cold I didn't get much writing done. Well, that and the leaping off the uncomfortable chair all the time when she needed help. Only about a little over a thousand words on the F&F story, and nothing but a snippet on the Measure chapter. Sigh. But Sis_r gave me a nice little toy -- a thumb drive, about 256 MB -- and so I was able to slap those on the drive to take home with me! Very cool. Apparently this is one of the things she does at work -- distribution of electronics. So she had a bunch sitting around and gave me one! Nifty damn toy.
I do love San Diego, though. I think a lot lately about moving to So Cal for the warmth, and I think this would be the place I'd want to be (since I can't ever afford to live in Santa Barbara!). Hate the creepy-ass spiders down here, but otherwise, I really like this city.
