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May. 14th, 2012 02:12 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
stitchwhich'Twas a quiet day. Bossman woke me up to behold the wonder that is Elizabeta's (donnavenice) new pavilion. She set it up (by herself, btw) this morning with the new curtains (and rod) and all the metal bits she'd bought for adding shelves and lanterns. It looks pretty darned sweet.
Both of my sons called me to wish me a happy Mother's Day. Better than their reason for calling was the nice news-laden conversations, so I feel as though I've caught up on what is going on in their worlds.
I'm still getting flash-backs of scenes from "Avengers" and giggling. Luckily, Bossman can tell right off the bat why I'm giggling and just asked me which part it is that I'm thinking about.
We did the curb-side thing at Applebees rather than trying to fight the crowd for a dinner table. That was nice... laid-back. I need laid-back. I've been a bundle of nerves since my CT scan on Wednesday morning and expect that won't ease until I see the oncologist next Thursday to hear how I'm doing. Scanxiety. That's what they call it. For the first few scans, it didn't really bother me - after all, I had the tumor excised and have no reason to believe that a new one will form while I'm in the first couple of years of therapy. But after the winter "spots in your lungs" scare, now I'm all nervous-nellie. Thank goodness it will pass!
Both of my sons called me to wish me a happy Mother's Day. Better than their reason for calling was the nice news-laden conversations, so I feel as though I've caught up on what is going on in their worlds.
I'm still getting flash-backs of scenes from "Avengers" and giggling. Luckily, Bossman can tell right off the bat why I'm giggling and just asked me which part it is that I'm thinking about.
We did the curb-side thing at Applebees rather than trying to fight the crowd for a dinner table. That was nice... laid-back. I need laid-back. I've been a bundle of nerves since my CT scan on Wednesday morning and expect that won't ease until I see the oncologist next Thursday to hear how I'm doing. Scanxiety. That's what they call it. For the first few scans, it didn't really bother me - after all, I had the tumor excised and have no reason to believe that a new one will form while I'm in the first couple of years of therapy. But after the winter "spots in your lungs" scare, now I'm all nervous-nellie. Thank goodness it will pass!
