I swam 11 steroid-fueled laps today, a much more enjoyable way to increase my range of motion than physical therapy. (I won’t say how long it took me.) Then I cleaned the bedroom, including Sweetie’s vomitorium under the bed. Ah, steroids. This is the most I’ve accomplished in a single day in months. I just kept thinking of getting stuff done in advance of the Taxol-triggered bone pain that I expect will kick in tomorrow and knock me out for 4 days. At least I won’t be laying there thinking of rock-hard cat vomit under the bed. She looks so innocent, doesn’t she?
On another note, I overheard this brief conversation between a cancer patient and nurse Raymond in the waiting room at Memorial Sloan Kettering treatment center:
“Hey! Hello! Good to see you!”
“Good to see you too.” Then the patient added as he ambled away, “Good to see anyone.”