I wrote a post Tuesday while I was confined to the infusion chair. I ended up deleting it because, well, it was a lot of whinging.
Two words to sum up the past two days: tired and nauseous.
Yesterday, because of those two words, I sat on the couch, watched Lost Girl and knit. It was really nice. I couldn’t knit Tuesday because every time I bent my arm, it blocked the vein and set off the alarms.
I so want to visit this restaurant next time we go to First Monday. I’m not just being mean to you. My second infusion is the Tuesday before the next one. I don’t think it would be good to wade into that mass of humanity with no B-cells. Texas gets to go alone to drop of some baby chicks. If he brings home any animals, I may have to sell him.
Happy Thursday y’all!
Knitting is overrated. He needs to bring us home foods… and something pretty from First Monday. I have spoken.
No alarms, please.
Whatever pretty thing Texas brings back should be inanimate.
Unless it’s a baby llama.
That looks like a fun place to visit the next time it is right for you make it out for First Monday. I think you should get a very wonderful prize since you cannot go for a bit. xo