Wednesday, February 4, 2009

School has begun

And I'm not quite ready for it.

I'm excited about school, don't get me wrong. But my study habits are horrible right now. I'm not sure if it's just me finding distractions, (internet, movies, games), because I don't WANT to study, or if it's because I actually have a problem concentrating. I'd like to believe I have a choice. But then that just means I'm lazy.

I will work on it after I write this up. I promise.

Oh, speaking of resolve, I finally knuckled down and marked some things off my TO DO list today. I made an appointment with my doctor for a physical and some other check-ups, created two excel charts for my peak flow (asthma) and monthly budget, and I contacted NMT to try and figure out the scholarship thing.

The staff at NMT have been amazingly responsive, (compared to the bullshit I get from local colleges). I sent the e-mail out at 2pm, and received the first reply at 2:13 then the next at 2:20. Impressive! I also had very quick responses from the admissions office and residential life. I am being spoiled!

Sunday, February 1, 2009

Monies!

I has a money!

Marcel and I won 80 bucks in a pool tournament yesterday. It was a scotch doubles tourney, and we made it all the way to the semi-finals in a quite ridiculous manner.

We played four teams in our bracket, and everyone in the bracket ended up with 2 wins and 2 losses, so it came down to a shoot out to win. Shootouts are very hard, so I thought for sure we were done. We were both very tired anyway. Ends up that Marcel made one ball on the shootout to progress us to the last shootout. I sunk two shootout balls to win the bracket for us!

After that madness, we got a buy into the semi-finals and promptly lost that match. We were exhausted and missing balls that should never be missed. It was maddening, but hey...80 bucks! We were there from noon until 8:30! We are so devoted to our billiards.

Tuesday, January 27, 2009

Dog Parks and DSLRs

We had lunch with Doreen today. I love Doreen. I wish I could keep her forever in my pocket.

Doreen and I dropped Marcel off at work after lunch at Erik's and we decided to take our cameras and go play in the park. She took us to a park in Milpitas where she used to play as a kid. It has a beautiful lake and a lovely dog park. We messed around with our fancy Canon cameras and took many pictures. She showed me some basics about the camera and photography. I'm still getting used to this photography thing.

Marcel is still at work. He has been there all day. Woo! He isn't 100%, but it's a marked improvement from the 102.1 fever last night.

Right now, I am trying to decide what to eat for dinner. The lunch at Erik's was sparse, but sated me at the time. Now I crave pizza. Or another burrito. Stupid burritos. Making me sick.

Monday, January 26, 2009

So bland

I keep meaning to type up a new post, but either life causes a detour or my phone just won't cooperate. This one shall be brief, as I'm not feeling the most eloquent ever. Maybe it's due to the Chipotle burrito.

I am clumsy. I hurt my toe last night. Caught it under the bit of laminate flooring between the hallway and kitchen. The threshold there was never finished. I am surprised it didn't break, (my toe that is). I went to the ER last night because I was in a ridiculous amount of pain. Marcel's friend Yuriy had to drive me. It was nice. We had a chat. Fun times. Y'know...pain aside.

We didn't win the pool tournament, so no LTCs for us. I did, however, win both of my matches. So that was nice. Played a 5 and a 3 and beat them both soundly. We'll be leaving here in a few to head out for 9-ball league. I hope my winning streak continues. I need that sort of boost.

Friday, January 23, 2009

Proof is in the pudding

So ends the first week of chemo and so begins a week of mystery. I still don't know where my place is in all this.

You know, I often wonder if this isn't all a big joke that the doctors are playing on him. Wouldn't it be nice if they just came out from behind the curtain and said, "Oh, our mistake. We misread all the tests and you are just fine!" Granted, that would really be a problem now that the first cycle of chemo has started, but still, the point stands.

I mean, no one can really see the cancer. We just take what the medical team says as scripture. The CT scans are off limits to us and we are relying on what the technicians say they have deciphered from those images. Same with the X-rays. That little white, nearly translucent blobby thing could either be a tumor or his appendix. What do we know?

I'm not explaining myself well. But it is very hard to get what is in my head onto paper without some translational glitches. I guess my point is, chemo aside, there are no outward signs of this disease to notice. He could have gone on for quite a while without a clue about the errant cells spreading through his body. And that scares me. What if my ovaries just up and rebel against me. No one would know.

But this isn't about me. I have to remember that and humble myself. I must reign in my wild imagination. This will be a good week.

Operation Sexy Legs a success!

I did it! It hurt a lot, but I was graceful and didn't fall once, or even stumble! And I got what I was looking for with little to no trouble. Huzzah! Now, to get lunch. =)

Raw Feminine Charm

I has it.

Well, not really. But I am attempting to wear my first pair of 3 inch heels today, and I feel glamorous. I really hope I don't break an ankle. Just in case, I'm bringing a pair of 1 inch heels as my training wheels.

I'm heading back to the mall today, (yesterday I returned there to check if the new prescription for my glasses was correct...it was), hopefully to find Marcel a little somethin-somethin. After that I'll make lunch and head over to Camino Medical.

I'm so very happy this week is nearly over. Marcel is doing so well. I'm very proud of him. My father has an appointment at Camino Medical to get cortisone shots in his hip and knees. I think it is cortisone anyway. Either way, he's not too happy about it, but he and my mother might stop by to visit the little cancer patient in the infusion center.

Okay...wish me luck with these death-trap heels!