Dancing Around the Four Sides

And I see you're already trying to get on my good side by managing to schedule my first chemo for ... Friday. Wait a minute, that IS a pretty good trick!

One infusion per week for three weeks, then off a week, then rinse and repeat. For at least six months. Oy. // holds head in hands //

Okay, so. I didn't want to make another post until I actually had some news, and, if we look at the calendar, it's been approximately ... four weeks. For any real news.

( So here it is, under the cut ...  )

While I am obviously still hoping to be a good candidate for immunotherapy, there is a part of me that is at the point where I would happily inject straight Drano into my veins to start killing these little lung motherfuckers bugs. So tired of being tired and out of breath at the slightest exertion all the time.

In other news, I am delighted to see that it rained on President* Goat-boy McBumblefuck's parade. :DDD


*Oh, he deserves an asterisk and everybody knows it.

I can say, without any equivocation whatsoever, that you sucked in every way possible, up to and including ways of suckage that scientists of the first rank have not even theorized yet.

On the other hand ... I read Rebecca Makkai's The Great Believers and really enjoyed it.

Also Layla is lying next to me and has her head in my lap.

And the teeniest tiniest baby spider I have ever seen has been hanging out on my laptop screen. I swear to god, it is like all of a fraction bigger than a ".". Amazing!

So, my advice is, if at all possible, try to avoid catching pneumonia. Holy shit this is such a bitch.

In other news ... big thundershowers rolled through at about 1 this afternoon, bringing good rain and some high winds. Apparently a lot of folks around us and in the DFW area lost power, and a crane in downtown Dallas came loose and fell onto the roof of an adjacent building.

Currently reading Alice Munro's Runaway: Stories. It's been a long time since I've read any Munro, and these stories are just wonderful. I also bought the new nonfiction book Furious Hours: Murder, Fraud, and the Last Trial of Harper Lee, by Casey Cep. There was a very good review of it in the NY Times, and it sounds really interesting.

You're not forgiven for that massive health scare you gave me, no, not yet. Took my first industrial-sized antibiotic pill this morning; nine more to go.

Started reading Ben Aaronovitch's Lies Sleeping last night, and before I knew it, I had fallen 100 pages in. :D

So. Last night I watched The Shape of Water, the Guillermo del Toro movie with the mute woman and a Fish Guy. And ... I liked it. I liked it a lot. I thought del Toro did an amazing job of bringing time and place to life and got terrific performances out of his cast, especially Richard Jenkins, Octavia Spencer, and Michael Shannon. I did think it was a tiny bit too long (even at 123 minutes) and even though, as I said, I thought Richard Jenkins was excellent I would've cut one of his scenes. And another small problem was that (to me) Michael Stuhlbarg and David Hewlett looked too much alike, and especially when del Toro was setting up the side plots I was confused as to who was involved with what. BUT ANYWAY. I would recommend. Two thumbs up.

Tired and cranky today because apparently my back did not appreciate twisting and turning in order to reach something in the pantry yesterday, and in return graced me with muscle spasms and aches the entire night. Still very achey. Getting old is not for amateurs, chiclets. Good news, though -- had my six-month checkup on Thursday and my A1C was 5.6. Doc said I could probably stop taking metformin and just stay with the Trulicity (once a week) if I wanted. IDK; it's something to consider, but I'm also wary of upsetting the "balance." We'll see.

Very cool (almost chilly) and very damp today after some morning rain. Tomorrow it's supposed to rain more. That rhyme about April showers is a lie.

Heart is still doing the flippy-flop thing, so more tests are in order. Yay me. :-P

I have been watching David Shore's new show, Houdini & Doyle, and I'm liking it. I am not a fan of Michael Weston, but he is surprisingly tolerable in this as Harry Houdini, and I really like Stephen Mangan as Conan Doyle. Rebecca Liddiard is also good as a female police constable, and between the three of them, they make this (admittedly silly) show a decent hour of entertainment. YMMV.

Reading John Harwood's The Ghost Writer and it is okay. Just got Louise Erdrich's and Joe Hill's new novels, LaRose and The Fireman, respectively, and am really looking forward to reading them.

Layla has an odd (?) new habit of coming to me, sitting down, and giving me a paw to hold. Then she'll give me her other paw, so that she's ... sitting up. With me holding her front paws. She seems to like this. :D

So life continues apace, with the world turned upside down because of a small black puppy (although she is growing by leaps and bounds, and has discovered her Barking Voice). I am behind on everything. The only thing I can call my own right now is this wonderful cold Mister Nightdog has given me. :-P

And nope, she still doesn't have a name. Probably by this weekend, though.

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