Dentist had prescribed a very mild naproxen for my tooth surgery pain and I must have decided to take that ride into space even then; but I am back now, thank heavens. I quit taking them Fri night and today woke up with a "hangover" and panicked when I didn't know what day it was. So through a process of deduction, I figured out it was Sunday and then I could get up. It took awhile - yes, I could have gone to the calendar or my laptop but noooo I had to figure it out before getting out of bed.
|Chin is almost back to normal.|
I must have remembered to fill the hummingbird feeders as they look somewhat full; I watered the plants last night - a day allowed under our city water rationing program (though don't think they enforce it that strongly) and must have done a little house cleaning as the place doesn't look terribly messed up. I did go to the grocery store to get Jim some milk and something to eat for supper last night (that could have been dangerous).
I played some games on Jim's computer just a bit ago and got some of the highest scores I have received in a long time, so sharpness is back (or maybe better).
I get the 6 stitches out of my gums on Wed (3 per side) by the dentist and go back to work on Thursday. Perhaps I will hear from the breast cancer center sometime this week about my first meeting with the oncologist.
My brother sent me a beautiful card and it says: "Sis, Even though cancer is a part of your life, it doesn't define you. You define yourself with your strength, your courage, your hope. . ." That is what all my sisters before me have done, thanks Bro.