I think I knew as soon as I woke up today, that today was going to be better. It was. Minus the part where I woke up at 11. And that is not under the influence of sleeping meds. But sleeping meds or not, my strange and vivid dreams have continued. The dreams of previous nights (vicious giant tortoises and extreme home makeovers) were followed up last night with me dishing up a divine meal from Mastering the Art of French Cooking by Julia Child. It was elaborate and delish. I guess this what I get for reading a cook book as well as Julie & Julia. Not the most original dream ever or most exciting to tell or hear about, but I felt so good when everyone loved it. In my dream that is. An attack tortoise is much more exciting, but much more stressful to wake up from.
That is one weird thing about these dreams, the waking up from them. I don't know if its the drugs or what but they are super real feeling. And since they usually have to do with something from real life I wake up and I still have all the feelings from the dreams. Like I had a dream that extreme home makeover was coming here, but i remembered how when they do a house it seems like the people get all new stuff and don't get to keep the things that make their house a home. I was so stressed out about what we could keep that I called the blond girl who always wears pink from the show and told her that we had changed our minds and didn't want a new house. When I woke up I was all keyed up. And sometimes I have a hard time keeping the realistic elements of my dreams separate from real life. So confusing. And to think i used to complain that i didn't have dreams. Now I am being saved from tortoises in my back yard and cooking like a fiend.
Anyways, today was a good day as suspected. The shower didn't take me out and my hair turned out good. When I went downstairs there was a present with my name on it on the counter, so I opened it. And let me say this: I opened it and gasped. Uncle Denny and aunt Lisa got me Nintendo DS! Whoa! To help with being bored! I couldn't even believe it. I still can't. It feels so foreign and strange in my hands. This whole video game thing is new to me. I kinda feel awkward when i play it, but it will keep me busy during chemo which is a relief. Too bad those old people there didn't have them too so we could draw pictures from across the room for each other.
So i after i (kind of)got over the shock of my new toy, I went up to the Beck House for a steamer - delish - and ended up killing some time there. I went to go home and i felt so good that instead of turning onto my road, I just kept going on 37 for no reason. I was free!! I ended up at TJ Maxx, which is actually a bad idea because i always find the most interesting things there. Especially clothes. And kitchen things. Usually for cheap. But then I get lots of cheap things and they add up. ANyways. I might have gotten a new top. And something for Daniel. It was a good trip.
Then after that i noodled around and made breadsticks for supper because all i want to eat is bread and fruit which is bad. I watched a dead show and carefully took the sleeves off of a shirt so we can put new poofy, giant-cuffed sleeves on it for Daniel's costume. That should be an interesting process. My dress went super smooth, as is/did his vest, so I am afraid that the sleeves is where this is going to explode. Hopefully I am proved wrong.
I wish Halloween were every month, or maybe every 2 months. This costume thing is fun. But I would be majorly broke if there were more halloweens so its probably a good thing there is only one.
Anyways, today i didn't feel like absolute and utter crap which was lovely. I hope it lasts through the weekend since I am having company from Indiana.
which is why i need to figure out what i am cooking tomorrow. I am going to tell my nose to suck it up and deal and make a meal. I don't know what yet, but I will, and I will not get sick. Thats tomorrow's goal. Make food, don't get sick. I can do that.
p.s. go here and laugh. then cry.
http://www.peopleofwalmart.com/?paged=4
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