Icemageddon.... not

Fortunately, the frenzy over the big ice storm was mostly for naught.

We got to go to work late and leave early on Friday, and all it did was sprinkle.  The grocery stores were all mad houses when we went on Thursday, but we were able to get our errands done.

We did get some ice in our area, but only a little, and not until Saturday morning.

It seems to only be on branches, rooftops, and overhead wires.  No power outage in our area, because the accumulation was so nominal.

The roads are just wet, but we didn't know what to expect.

I was supposed to go to Edmond this morning to do a trade with a massage therapist, but, for the second week in a row, we postponed it because of weather.

(this is the pay back session for the massage I got in September.)

Because we were sent home early, and we didn't know if we'd have power over the weekend, I went ahead and did all of the laundry and the vacuuming on Friday evening.

We ordered delivery (since Friday is typically date night, and we didn't want to be caught out in an ice storm), and re-watched some episodes of Game of Thrones.

Then, yesterday, since that stuff was done already, all I had to do was clean the bathroom and do some cooking.

I think I may have achieved a little bit of relaxation yesterday!  Relaxing is not my strong suit.

My doctor visit went well on Thursday afternoon.

He agreed to switch back to the hormone blocking pill in conjunction with the chemo pill, so I did not have to get the injections in my butt this time!

The monthly bone medication injections will still go on indefinitely, but they are not NEARLY as unpleasant as that hormone blocker was (one small injection under the skin of the arm compared to two very large injections into the muscles of both hips).

I had experienced a good deal of anxiety prior to this visit, both because I intended to question the doctor about changing my protocol (he might have decided to put me back on weekly IV treatments), and about having to endure those shots again.

Now that it's over, the anxiety is receding again, and, so far, I have not had a cramp since last weekend!

We keep forgetting to ask how long we are going to do this before my next scan. It must be a long term protocol.

This is a three day weekend, with tomorrow being a day off for my office, and Dave having taken one of his floating holidays.

Two years ago, on the Friday before Martin Luther King day, I started chemo for the first time.

Last year, I RE-started chemo on the same day (after a break for the holidays).

This year, I am already doing chemo, so no trauma is related to the weekend in 2017.

I finally got fed up with Dave's son being incommunicado.  I contacted him on facebook, and he's doing fine, he's just not in the mood to see his dad right now.

He does go through these phases.

We are glad he is doing well, and we miss him. He apologized for blowing me off at Christmas.

He'll come around when he's ready.

He probably hasn't thought about the fact that his dad has a tendency to be melancholy, like his beloved Granny was.

He probably hasn't thought about the fact that his dad's wife thought her battle with cancer was mostly over, and then they found out that it wasn't.

He probably hasn't thought about how this might have had an impact on his dad's overall attitude.

He probably hasn't thought about the fact that reacting to the political situation in the country is just one way in which his dad can express himself about how he feels overall.

He probably hasn't thought about the fact that punishing his dad for being negative, by withdrawing from his dad, doesn't help his dad get over being negative.

He also doesn't even know, because he has been withdrawn from us, that his dad was fully aware of how far down into melancholy he had gone.

He also doesn't know that his dad has pulled himself up by the bootstraps, and is doing a lot better.

That's okay, though.  He'll figure it out some day.

Or he won't.  He's a grown man, and there's nothing we can do to influence him.

Okay, we are off to get Pop's groceries, and to go see a movie, since the roads are just wet.

Then, home to do another cooking project or two.  We had run out of lunches!  Gotta get caught up.

Enjoy your Sunday!