I just managed to finish all 18 holes of the disc-golf course at Buck Creek State Park, for the first time ever. (I think my previous record on that course was 12 holes.) The number of courses I can complete without collapsing is definitely going up. I may have to start actually counting my throws soon.
Personal News
My husband is in the hospital
What was supposed to be a routine out-patient gall-bladder removal surgery yesterday ended up not being entirely routine. His gall-bladder was in worse shape than anticipated, and his surgeon had to ‘open him up’ in order to get it safely out of him. As a result, his recovery will be significantly more prolonged than everyone had been anticipating.
He appears to be doing as well as can be expected, and the doctors think they’ll be able to send him home in a couple days.
Today is…
…my 20th Wedding Anniversary.
Good news?
Lissa’s blood counts were looking so healthy when she went in to the doctor yesterday, that they’ve increased the dosages on her medications again.
Update
Not much to say. There’s a flu going round the house. Lissa got it, but her fever never got quite high enough that we had to run her to the emergency room. I got it — but I almost made my wordage for the week anyway. Boyd’s having it over the weekend and probably won’t miss any work. The timing isn’t quite so good for my college student, though, who has it right now, and likely won’t be recovered to make his Monday (heaviest day of his week) classes.
I finished page 120/140 of the Scent of Spring pencils. I’m so close to being done this stage. It’s very exciting, but also a bit frustrating, because the drawing doesn’t get any easier as I near the end, the way the writing always seems to — so this final bit feels like it’s going sooooo sloooooow, when it’s actually progressing at a perfectly normal pace.
And, In My Head Theatre has been running a scene from somewhere near the very end of Song of Asolde, ie, book five or six, when I’ve not even started working on book three yet. :sigh:
Scent of the Day
I live on the very edge of a small town in an agricultural community, and when the wind is in the right quarter it brings with it, fairly strongly, the smell of cow. And by-product of cow. When I went for my evening walk today, the wind was in just that quarter. This did not bother me.
As my husband and I were strolling along the bicycle path, we encountered one of our more odorous and less popular neighbors: Mr. Skunk (or perhaps Ms. Skunk, I didn’t exactly get close up and personal in order to check). I spotted the skunk, and the skunk spotted me, and I grabbed Boyd’s arm and we backed up and waited for the skunk to go about its business… which, as soon as it had decided that we were not a threat, it did with great dispatch. Still, it’s an evening walk… along an unlit bike path… with trees and foliage on either side making shadows in the moonlight. I was only about four feet away from the skunk when I realized it was there. This did not bother me.
What made my eyes water and my head throb and left me gasping for breath, was the pleasant perfume wafting from my neighbor’s house and filling their yard, and the street, and the next door neighbors yards and about an eight of a mile worth of bike path and woods in all directions. I suspect scented dryer sheets.
The smell chosen for its aestheticly pleasing qualities was the one that made me sick.
Life can be so very ironic.
No news is…
Lissa had her regularly scheduled (quarterly) spinal tap yesterday and everything looked fine.
Not quite in sync?
I just finished putting together page 100 of Black Flag.
In the webcomic forum I inhabit, page 100 is usually considered a major milestone that you are supposed to brag about and collect congrats for, but A) I just posted about hitting halfway on the production meter and collected congrats for that, and B) I’m not posting these pages to the public, so I don’t have a webcomic that has reached page 100, I’ve merely created 100 pages of a webcomic. Its not quite the same thing, and bragging about it feels a bit like cheating, especially when it’s so soon after the last brag.
I feel like I’m managing to walk out of step with myself, somehow.
Record Setting Tough.
Lissa got her last dose of the chemo she’s been on most recently today. The standard procedure with this one is to keep boosting the dosage each time you administer it until nasty side-effects show up, and then you know how much the patient can take, and you only give them that much for the remaining treatments.
Her doctor reported that she is now his record setter. Her dosage was boosted every single time it was administered — he has never given any kid so much of this particular medication before.
He says its practically impossible that she won’t develop any of the usual side-effects this time… but then, he thought it was pretty impossible she wouldn’t develop them last time either, so he doesn’t know what to tell me to expect.
Either way they will not be giving it to her again, and in two and a half weeks she will be starting the maintenance phase of her treatment.
(She sure felt miserable after her treatment today. Even though she hasn’t had the *predicted* side-effects yet, the stuff always seems to make her very, very queasy.)
Tough kid.
Lissa’s doctor is no longer pleased by her ability to tolerate chemo…
…he is *astonished*.
🙂