Moods, Attitudes, Solid Husbands, and Damned Little Hairs

Whew! It's been a long time comin', but I woke up this morning feeling downright silly. As in laughing about stuff. Had to call Greg back upstairs when he was ready to head to work so I could read to him the ten best quotes of David Sedaris "Taken Completely out of Context" from last night's show.

No mood of mine surprises the old Gregley anymore. He whistles himself a happy tune and skims the cream off every day whether I'm cowering in a corner weeping or talking nonsense about wanting Tom Waits and David Sedaris to move in with us, rent-free of course.

You gotta love a guy like that because you know he's there through good times and bad. He knows when I get to the point where he has to invite me to sit on the love seat and listen while I blubber. But after he's listened and states his rational opinion about my blubbered concerns, he will pop up, get suited up for a November motorcycle ride, and have the time of his life on a two-hour ride. I was going to say "...on a two-hour ride, knowing full well I'm back home working on getting my shit together" -- but I sincerely doubt any such thing goes through his mind as he's flying down the backroads with his silky white neck scarf extended in the wind behind him like the Red Baron.

My damned eyelashes, after hanging on throughout 18 weeks of chemo, decided they'd had it last week and let go in a way reminiscent of "The Fall of Freddie the Leaf." While I was grateful for how long they tried, I turned on them with a hateful vengeance when they could no longer endure. ("Who needs YOU, flirty little eye hairs, to keep the debris out of my eyes? If you had any better purpose in life, I'm unaware of it! Sure you held my mascara all these years, but in the end, what good did it ever do me? You stole minutes in the morning while I stroked you with black goo and stole more minutes every night when I tried to get the black goo off again. DOWN WITH EYELASHES.)

Pig eyes. That's what I call eyes without lashes. I only wish every woman could experience the freedom!

Yesterday was my 10th radiation treatment, so I'm one-third through. No serious skin effects yet, but I can fall asleep anytime, anywhere, given a few moments alone or in front of Greg's "Jack Frost" series on DVD. Yesterday radiation apppointments were backed up a bit. I feel asleep in a chair with my head against the wall in the waiting room, fell asleep the first time in the tube for the CT scan, and feel asleep a third time in the tube for the treatment itself. Then I grab a half cup of The Martha's crappy black coffee for the ride home and take a nap before dinner in my favorite recliner. Who really needs a life anyway?