It's Sunday morning at about 10, overcast, and I'm trying to write a post.
What to write about?
More about depression? I think we've covered that.
Friends/readers who have been getting in touch lately? A fair number of people who haven't written for a long time or who have been followers of my blog but have never posted a comment have gotten in touch during the past few weeks.
I'll take more, those of you who feel like writing. Your appreciation is sweet.
Yesterday I heard from a woman whose feelings I hurt--badly--a couple of years ago. She sent me a long e-mail, to which I replied immediately, and then we exchanged a couple more. I don't want to go into the details, because this is a rather private conversation that she and I are having, but I've been thinking about her a lot. We will probably continue to e-mail each other--at least I hope so.
My cough? I've been coughing my lungs out this morning. Well, the countdown is only three days until Wednesday when I see radiation oncologist Dr. Eulau and find out his plan for me.
I have a lot of worries about that, mostly logistics. I'm imagining that I will have to go in every day, and I certainly don't have enough friends available to give me rides. So I will probably use HopeLink, a service provided by DSHS for people like me. It's free.
My biggest worry about HopeLink is getting stranded after my appointments. I know this is not logical. But I worry about connecting with my ride.
I will try to post fairly promptly after I see Dr. Eualu, for those of you who are worrying.
Today's highlight is a visit from Liz. I'm too lazy to link to my earlier posts with pictures of Liz and me together, but just scroll down and you will see them. (Changed my mind. I'm going to try to put in a photo from Liz's last visit. That is the dining room at the Manor in the background.)
I'm going to ask her to go for a walk, because I spend most of my time on my bed, horizontal, with either a book or my laptop and I know this isn't good for me. To be so sedentary, I mean.
Rambling ... I know I'm rambling. But my goal was to write a post, and I've done that, so even though it is not up to my former standard--oh, those rants I used to write!--I'm going to push it live.
The old me, see: Rants
@ Jeanne Sather 2013