FREE FALL
FREE FALL
Yesterday I was working away on my computer getting some papers in order for a meeting I was to have that evening with the head of our FARMERS ON THE SQUARE market. Gradually I realized that I was NOT feeling very well - in fact I was feeling downright shitty! As luck would have it, I got an e-mail about that time asking if we could postpone our meeting. YEAH! Just what I was about to ask!!! That was two days after my chemo and boy did I take a header. I dragged myself upstairs, popped a couple of pills, and fell asleep for a couple of hours - woke up at 7:00 p.m. (Bob had gone out to dinner with the Hetricks so I was blissfully alone except for Moses who seemed to be barking continually).
So the modus operendi seems to be that I am destined to feel pretty crummy a day or so after the chemo. The day of seems OK, but next day or the following one - BOOM! Crapsville... One good thing, though, so far I haven't noticed any hair falling out. Now that would be a blessing :) Losing your hair is a definite bummer: you look like a convict, it's cold with no hair, and while the wigs are pretty nice you still have to deal with putting them on, taking them off, washing them, "styling" them, etc.
Anyway, that's my sad story for today. I decided to include a couple of pictures of my niece, Ashley, who is burning up the boards as a high school freshman high diver. Both of her parents were student athletes at PITT, Brad a diver, and his wife Shelly a gymnast, so Brad is the coach for Ashley's "team." He is obviously doing a remarkable job. Their younger son, Brad Jr., is also a high diver so I suspect we will hear more about him in a few years. With the olympics coming up this week-end it is a chance to see how a young athlete gets started, although to become an Olympic contender takes a lot out of a young life. It's right for some, but not for all.
Ducks looking for their "daily bread"
Boots from Clau & Mike, ski pants from Kelley


