|Rigoletto's brew of humor and hatred...|
This morning I got ads for hair loss products on two different web pages. I haven't googled anything to do with hair for quite a while, but I have been talking about it...Has to be a coincidence, right?
I am very tired today, even with the morning dex/steriod. The last couple of days have been somewhat stressful, mostly due to feeling I must race across the city several times in bad traffic or public transit situations. Like yesterday I finally got a cab to AT&T Park after just barely missing my bus, and the next one coming in 40 minutes. The taxi driver confirmed that the traffic and gas pipe replacement situation in San Francisco has been dire lately. I also read in The Examiner the other day that Muni service is getting worse. Of course, I don't know if the several battles with the clock are the cause of this fatigue; the source could be just the chemo or blood cell depletion...or whatever.
Enjoyed some luxurious puttering around today, listening to Jeff Buckley and Bjork stations on Pandora...I've logged 1,731 steps today so far, without going outside...laundry, cooking and washing dishes, keeping up with the pills and potions in the right order at the right time, bills, banking, trying to figure out why my printer (which has no cable) doesn't work wirelessly anymore. (Why does it seem that computer related documentation is mostly useless? As a former technical writer, it rattles my cage.) And trying to contain/organize/maintain the proliferating collection of gadgets, scarves, wigs, papers, and makeup in this room...