Twelve Below Witches Tit
When I got up this morning the thermometer in my office read 33 degrees. I could see my breath! I went back to bed.
I'm finally up and dressed now, bundled and layered and wrapped like I'm about to go camping 90 miles north of Fargo. But it's still only 51 degrees in my office, much too cold to type.
It's warmer in my bedroom, which has a floor furnace. If I close the doors in there it might soar all the way up to 60. Maybe I can knit. Maybe in there my hands will be warm enough that I can knit myself a full-body cozy.
Except I've totally lost interest in knitting. It was never all that big an interest in the first place, but now thanks to chemo brain leaving me the boredom threshold of a pissant, and neuropathy numbing my fingertips, I'd rather watch Barney reruns naked on the tundra than knit another damn scarf in the nice toasty warm bedroom.
If only my computer were...but wait! Is that the doorbell? Yes! It's the nice mail carrier, the same one who sat on the porch with me last Saturday complaining about how hot it was. And look, she has a big box for me. From my son and his beautiful genius. It's...ohmygod, it's a laptop! How on earth did they know that this is exactly what I needed?
Thanks, guys! This thing rocks!
I'm finally up and dressed now, bundled and layered and wrapped like I'm about to go camping 90 miles north of Fargo. But it's still only 51 degrees in my office, much too cold to type.
It's warmer in my bedroom, which has a floor furnace. If I close the doors in there it might soar all the way up to 60. Maybe I can knit. Maybe in there my hands will be warm enough that I can knit myself a full-body cozy.
Except I've totally lost interest in knitting. It was never all that big an interest in the first place, but now thanks to chemo brain leaving me the boredom threshold of a pissant, and neuropathy numbing my fingertips, I'd rather watch Barney reruns naked on the tundra than knit another damn scarf in the nice toasty warm bedroom.
If only my computer were...but wait! Is that the doorbell? Yes! It's the nice mail carrier, the same one who sat on the porch with me last Saturday complaining about how hot it was. And look, she has a big box for me. From my son and his beautiful genius. It's...ohmygod, it's a laptop! How on earth did they know that this is exactly what I needed?
Thanks, guys! This thing rocks!
posted by Lymphopo at Saturday, December 02, 2006
9 Comments:
awesome pressie!!!!
BLUGH! i should not have clicked on that needle link. i'm phobic of the them (i know...biggest DUH then, don't click the needle link). i don't know how i'd get through needing to be at the doctor's all the time.
*sends you a HUGE heating blanket* (so big, in fact, that it covers your entire house.)
Ah you have Evan Handler's book. I love him. I loved him as Shrug the Trustafarian in "It's Like, You Know" which still isn't out on dvd, dammit.
Hope you are warming up.
Hi Liz!
It was 48 in my house here in California this morning and I, too, went back to bed.
Neuropathy sucks. I found that vitamin E and a B complex helped tremendously with the hand pain. My best friend also had good results with E and B during chemo. Your nurse should be able to tell you what a safe dose would be for you.
Hope you get some relief soon. Stay warm!
Great present! I'm sure it will beat the heck out of knitting. Or watching Barney reruns. Though I understand there are quite a few knitter blogs, I've yet (thankfully) to stumble upon a Barney one ;-) Have fun with your laptop. It sounds like the perfect gift.
Hey, Liz, I was a long-time lurker over at Grannyvibe. I was really sad and concerned when Grannyvibe suddenly disappeared. I just found you again today, and I'm so glad that you're still posting and you haven't lost your sense of humor.
I had a little bout of cancer a few years ago, but lucky for me it was just cancer-lite (ductal carcinoma in situ), so it was fixed relatively easily with just surgery and radiation. I never had to go through chemo. Having spent some time every day for a couple of months in a waiting room with other radiation patients, I can relate to your stories.
Happy belated birthday! (I turned 51 the day after you turned 53)
Oooooh, a new MacBook. Pretty! Your son has excellent taste, and he's cute, too! Have fun exploring your new Mac. Hopefully, there's an Apple store near you if you need help.
Oh, what nice children you have! You are right to be proud of them.
Enjoy.
They are *both* gorgeous aren't they?
And look how not surprised little whatserface there next to the laptop looks. Hmmm. Some people say dogs can like, send messages. You know. Only I think the messages have more to do with doggly fluids and such. Still...
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