We are moving along. No literally, I'm moving around decently okay by myself. Can walk to the bathroom and back, get my shuffle on to the kitchen, even make my way up the stairs to bed in a slow and steady manner. Progress!
We're about halfway through the radiation schedule I believe. Haven't bumped the pain meds up, just ratcheted them down, actually. Anti-inflammatories remain constant. Days are quite monotonous. Wake up, drive down to Sloan, get the cocktail of meds running through the veins, grab some rays, drive on home. Repeat. Tons of chair life and not too much great entertainment on the TV to bail us out.
Maybe I'll get into some bootleg movies? I dunno. I heard American Hustle and Wolf of Wall Street were worth seeing...maybe I'll try to make those moves. Although perhaps this should serve as a note to self that if there's simply nothing better to I should maybe try writing some stuff. Weird grounds there though, for me. Despite you sitting there actually reading this blog, I still find it difficult to believe anyone wants to read my malarkey. Yet here I am, and there you are...so ha. I'll try to make your time spent worth it.
To be honest, it's rather tough to do much with the pain meds. Scrambled eggs upstairs when they're onboard. Trust me, I don't hate it when it takes the pains of moving around/laying down away, but the Pink Floyd-like gibberish that I'd be spitting on the blog if I wrote under the influence would probably throw the blog world for a loop. We'll see what I come up with.
Until these new developments...farewell all. Keep on keepin' on folks...and stay warm ahhhhhhh ermagherd polar vortex part two it's all over! Relax and bundle up. Wear a blanket around...take it from your boy. It's magic.