Feb. 8: Tales of the weekend

Hello. I am here today to tell you that I’m going to be all complain-y and stuff, but just for a minute.

• I’ve reached the post-chemo stage of hurting all the live-long day. Last night I actually felt the pain come on; it started in my shoulders—they felt very tender to the touch—and slowly moved down to my waist as the evening went on. Just now, I sat back in my chair and actually said “Ouch!” out loud because it hurt when the chair touched me.
  
  I don’t think I moved much during the night. I’m actually kind of surprised I slept at all. Two dreams I remember: April and I were shopping for iPhone accessories and found these must-have WWC phone charms that were $34 and had Barry Curtis’ face on them, and Kim F’n grew tulips that were six feet tall and gave her boys Vespas to ride through the fields around her house in Sandy—where she lived on Sandy Blvd., obvy.
  
  Gah. Good thing my thoughts are only that twisted in my dreams, right? I said, RIGHT??? Why isn’t anyone agreeing with me?
  
  So… it hurts to move, it hurts to breathe, it hurts to be me today. Please don’t ask me to do anything or I will stab you and I mean it.
• Saturday was our school carnival. My PTO girls were great about taking on extra responsibilities in case I wasn’t feeling up to working, so mostly I made myself available for whatever needed to be done. I was able to help quite a bit in a behind-the-scenes way, so I didn’t feel totally useless. Best of all, the event was a big success; the kids had a blast and lots of families won good prizes. We all came home exhausted, but-cept for Jack, whose face was covered in chocolate and bounced off the walls for a couple hours until we finally got him into bed. I’m guessing that a lot of parents’ least-favorite game was the Candy Bar Walk.
• Now we start the new week with a butt-load of things on the calendar. Katie and Jack have their LEGO Engineering class this afternoon. Katie’s birthday is tomorrow. My mom will arrive sometime tomorrow afternoon, and we’ll all go over to Darlene and Wellington’s for Katie’s family birthday thang. For the next several days, Mom and I will be putting finishing touches on the plans for Katie’s slumber party bash Friday night. Jack has to do a speech sometime—is it this week? Piano lessons are Thursday. The kids’ class Valentines Day parties are Friday, and cards must be purchased and addressed/signed. And the Law & Order marathons aren’t going to watch themselves.
• My grandma’s being a pain in the butt again. Now, though, it’s because she’s so concerned about my health that she absolutely HAS to see me. Interesting that the woman who has hated me most of my adult life is now ready to hop a Greyhound to get to Portland, hm? My mom continues to remind her how unhappy she always is at my house—for example, Grandma thinks I put a pedestal sink in the downstairs bathroom just to make her life difficult—but Grandma doesn’t remember. She thinks Mom is being mean or that I don’t want to see her (well, she’s got one right!). I feel bad that she’s taking this out on Mom and bitching to Kathy about it, so Vic and I have decided to make a trip to Medford as soon as we can. It’s frustrating to have to do this, because the idea of sitting in a car for ten hours just to see my grandma for a few minutes is soooo not pleasant. At least if we all go, I won’t have to do all the driving.
  
  Argh! I think I like it better when Grandma ignores me.
• Last night a big glob of guacamole fell off a chip I was eating and rolled down into my shirt. I just looked down and realized I’m still wearing that shirt. How disgusting am I? Probably time for a shower and change of clothes.
• Also, guacamole. I think there’s some left!