What To Say…

….what to say. You know there are times when I just don’t have a lot to say.

For whatever reason, I woke up at 4:00AM on Saturday morning. Wide Awake! So I jumped on the computer while I was thinking clearly and tried to clear up my backlog of emails. Did get a pretty good amount done.

I don’t know why I have a system of First In, Last Out. I don’t know how it got started, but there you have it. If you have emailed me, and I haven’t responded that might be a reason why.

I have quite a few emails (20) in my inbox going back to 2006 (1) of articles that I want to read. But since they require my full attention and my full capacity to understand—most are from Mises.org—I don’t always have the ability for both. Especially with chemobrain lurking over my shoulder. If I put them somewhere to clear out my inbox, I’ll forget about them like I forgot about the 36 items in my Follow up Folder that have already been archived!!

At some point yesterday morning, I pooped out and went back to sleep. I think I got up long enough to let Ben know I was still alive, to see him off to work, then I went back to sleep. So I got a bunch of sleep in yesterday.

I slept in today as well. At least I wasn’t awake at 4AM!

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Got a call today from Nancy. She and her daughters, Shelly and Dee, stopped by to see me around noon. We looked at wedding pictures I took at Tim’s wedding last year. It was kinda fun to have some folks around who weren’t afraid to speak their mind. Family!

BTW, I loaned my Dumbing Us Down by JT Gatto to Shelly. She’s a schoolteacher and we’ve discussed Gatto’s work before. When she’s done, I have his The Underground History of American Education for her to read as well. You can read it online by clicking on the link.

Meanwhile, Dee brought me a book on the Oneidas and how they fared between 1860 and 1920. I’m already seeing red reading about the governmental acculturation of the Indian kids. And the government isn’t doing this to our own kids still? Check this toy out!

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After Ben got up, we ordered pizza. This is the longest it’s been in a while since I had chemo--almost two weeks--so I was waiting to see how the pizza tasted. What a waste of time! While it’s not the “Kleenex tissue” taste, the taste just wasn’t there. I had the honey mustard dip for the chicken strips. I could taste the sweet, but the mustard just didn’t come through at all.

I tried some Kung Pao Chicken the other day. It is funny that my stomach didn’t react to the spice, but my mouth felt pretty warm. That’s not usually how it works. My mouth wouldn’t normally feel too terribly warm due to Kung Pao Chicken. And my stomach has never been bothered by spice. So there are some side effects affecting my mouth in addition to lack of taste. But it’s strange that it hasn’t affected my sense of smell, I don’t think. Those are neurons too.

I need to be back on my pain meds just to eat. I had to get up from the table today, take my pain meds, and wait for them to kick in before I finished my piece of 6-Cheese pizza. Now, it’s understandable. They are killing cells at the gastro-esophageal juncture where all the food passes through before hitting the stomach. So if the tissue there is in any pain or irritated at all, my pushing food by that point is going to have some negative impact.

But I think I might end up on a soft food or liquid diet here real soon. But after Wednesday, I’m off Radiation and Chemo!!! Yeah!!

Kunolunkwa, y te quiero.

"As a juror, I will exercise my 1000-year-old duty to arrive at a verdict, not just on the basis of the facts of a particular case, or instructions I am given, but through my power to reason, my knowledge of the Bill of Rights, and my individual conscience. When needful, I will judge the law itself." -L. Neil Smith