thursday 15 january 2015
could be living a blues song. woke up this morning with a fuzzy head. guess the cisplatin cell-killing chemo drug is after the weakest part of my body first -- the brain.
stomach ok until a funny gut feeling arrived during the drive to the bridge game out by the airport, but passed upon eating a cowboy cookie and a "squeeze" grape-flavored artisan yogurt. came in dead last (36%) at bridge -- my partner, with whom i triumphed in a 66% game last week -- had a bad head too.
felt good enough to go out with bridge club manager, health proxy and cell phone guru bill finkelstein for a late lunch at danny's by the airport and confident enough to put tabasco in my third helping of soup. mistake. heartburn tonight, but not excessive. ate a couple pretzels just now and it's settling down.
making more typing mistakes than usual, though. also just realized i'm not taking as many "haircuts," which suddenly has me thinking i'm not doing enough drinking. living another blues song. 'scuse me while i sip this guy.
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