Day 884

All that Suck the Marrow Tour confidence I had quickly dissipated once the infusion side effects hit. And to let it interfere with my job? Certainly something someone "living deep" wouldn't do. I'm thinking I need to get that tattoo of the quote as a reminder to continue living when things aren't so good.

In the meantime I decided to spend a big part of today doing what I did before - back in the first year or two of the blog - when I felt crappy.

Back to sewing. Finished one of the Alaska kids' quilt tops. Here's a sneak peak at a piece of it.

Day 883

While my mother and her tomatoes provided yesterday's picture, when I got home today I found that hubby was providing today's picture.

Just look what he made for dinner while I was in Boise. That would be a pink salmon he caught in Alaska.

Day 882

I've been searching for a description. A way to explain what goes on in my head after the infusion. It's like a headache, but not exactly. Like I'm dizzy, but not exactly. Like I'm about to pass out, but not exactly. Like there's too much adrenaline in my brain, but not exactly. Like my brain is vibrating, but not exactly.

But as I closed my eyes, resting that whatever-it's-called going on in my brain leaving me unable to focus/concentrate/drive safely/think clearly (and unable to attend another conference day), the answer appeared.

Magic 8 Ball.

Remember the Magic 8 Ball? You asked it a question, shook it up, turned it over, and it revealed the answer. Most likely. Without a doubt. Ask again later. Cannot predict now. Don't count on it. My sources say no.

It's like a Magic 8 Ball. But only the shaking-the-ball part. It's like my brain is being shaken inside my skull. Part headache, part dizziness, part lightheadedness, part adrenaline rush, part vibration. An infusion side effect - one that happens every time - one that I'm not yet skilled in managing. One that has interfered with yet another work-related responsibility.

So I stay here at our Boise place with my head on the pillow for the day.

Thank goodness my mom picked a couple of her pot tomatoes for today's picture.

Day 881

Even though the post-infusion side effects still linger, it's time to return to work. I was scheduled today but the icky-ness isn't letting that happen. I'll try again tomorrow.

In the meantime a nap sounds pretty good. But the only one lucky enough to get one is kiddo's cat.

Day 880

Only one way to tell that we're settling in back at home. The continuation of the eating-through-the-menu project at Alejandra's.

A steak served with a cheese enchilada in a dish called Tampiquena.