To say that I was unprepared for today's xkcd comic - http://imgs.xkcd.com/comics/lanes.png - is like saying that, oh, I don't know, I can't think of a clever analogy. I was unprepared, and it upset me quite a lot - true though it may be, and much as I sympathise with the writers. I said as much on the LJ feed page, and got a ton of sympathetic comments, which left me feeling uncomfortably guilty of cancer-jacking, although it is also uncomfortably true that I am pitifully grateful for hugs, even from absolute strangers.
In more prosaic news: the decluttering continued, this time with a first pass through my jewellery boxes. They will need a second, and more ruthless, sweep at some time in the future. While I was at it, I put some plain silver studs in, just to keep my earring holes from closing over. I was going to put in sleepers, but found them too fiddly.
This led me to think of a conversation I had with my brother the other day about my mother, and how she would almost certainly have found a way to make my having cancer my own fault. Possible reasons for this include, but are not limited to:
Dyeing my hair
Wearing earrings
Wearing nail varnish
Using perfume
- but I reckon the kicker would've been 'having a tattoo'. Of course, my mother never knew about this, but if she had've done, that would have been conclusive and final.
Judy was home today, and took me out for a short drive this afternoon, through the back roads to Buckingham (stop at Tesco to use the loo and buy Solpadeine - a thrill a minute, our life), then back via the usual route. That's the first time I've been out of the house since Monday, and I did appreciate it ... but it's also true that I spent most of it feeling faintly sick, and that it wiped me out for the rest of the afternoon.
However, 'sick' and 'exhausted' are the norm these days, so I had better get used to them and quit whingeing. Ah, except to you, Sekrit Diary - my only friend and confidante!!
