All Pinked Out

I am hoping  the  heading caught your attention! Actually that is one of the strange things that I have started to pay attention to  in the past year. Whenever I am out and about I look for white-haired male drivers in convertibles. There appears to be far more of them going topless  than anyone else. They look like gentlemen of around 490  dog years  and are sailing down the road with their sparse white hair obviously sniffing the air around them. No putting the head out the window for those guys! Yesterday’s count yielded 10 cotton tops,  followed by 3 females of various ages, and then only 1 younger or middle-aged male driver.  That trip was only from our kennel to London Drugs and return. Not even a stop at Costco.

During the past twelve months I have experienced sciatic pain which has had me couch ridden for days, and sometimes weeks, at a time. I have spent my time at physiotherapy, or acupuncture,  all the while tossing back some pretty powerful drugs. Poor results all the way around. I managed to hit the extended medical deductible in the month of January. That was some kind of a personal record.  Goodness knows what those drugs have done to the brain of a bitch who is still suffering from chemo fog. When the sciatic pain is at its worst  I have not even been able to stand at the kitchen sink to peel an apple. Let alone get out there and chase cars!  On the better days I was out and about using a cane. This is  quite the neighborhood where I live in which you can borrow a cane from a neighbour. Thanks Irene ! I did not want to buy one as that would like accepting that I was going to continue to be “that way”. I continue to suffer from nephropathy and can boast a poor immune system. That is why you have not heard from me. It is all too depressing for me, let alone you.  No anti depressants for this girl as they make my hair fall out (not kidding) and I would rather be depressed with hair than happy without it. Cancer has provided me with the benefit of having my “own” dermatologist, heart generalist, oncologist, radiologist, and  physiotherapist. A bonus of  two trips in an ambulance, and on it goes.  I thought that once 15 months, 20 doses of chemo, and 15 shots of radiation had passed , I would have reached the end of my problems. Oh such a silly little poodle!

In order to amuse myself I follow the antics of President Donald J Trump (paying particular attention to his makeup as we are the same age) , stalk people on Facebook, and look for odd things in the newspaper.  Of course I continue to read, and Augusten Burroughs is really capturing my attention right now. I might write about him later. Or even write to him to encourage him to engage in a correspondence with me.  I choose to believe that  we share a similar style of writing. Very conversational .

My blogging goal is 450 words per publish and I have now , this afternoon, exhausted this self-imposed limit . As a result,  I am going to close with promises to write sooner. There are many scraps of newspaper clippings on my desk paper which might provide you with a chuckle, and I do want to share them with you. Maybe I will even be able to report that I am “better”. Whatever better may be.