My mom called me shallow.

More on that later.
I know. I haven’t been updating. However, this is not because I’m lazy. My body is just really pissed off at me. It is angry and complaining. It has been making it very difficult to function without hurling. So don’t blame me. Not my fault.
[This is Elizabeth’s body. I resent the fact that she blames this entire thing on me. I’m not the one who decided we should spend ALL of Sunday standing around. Two church services – just because it was youth Sunday. That wasn’t necessary. And then she had to go and do that choir concert – more standing! She’s lucky I’m only a little pissed at her. So… she spends a few day suffering. She has to worry for a little while about whether I will reject her lame attempts at appeasement. “Oh. We get to take a nap. Woo hoo.” Maybe we wouldn’t need to sleep for three days straight if she hadn’t kept us up. And then with compazine…of course we’re going to be a little more tired with the non-hurling meds. Did she really think that she wouldn’t have to pay a price for what ..]
Hey! Enough!
(Gives an angry glare at her alter ego for monopolizing her blog.)
So, maybe I over did it a little.
[A little?]
Yes! A little. I got up earlier than usual. Yes. And I spent to long at church. ..Know what. Just let me go through the whole thing. On Saturday I got up earlier than usual. We had rehearsal for the choir concert. That went Okay…ish. I was nauseas for most of it. And Scott (choir director) had us all standing. I actually felt bad for the Hinz’s (Winnie and Kristin, although I guess Kristin is really a former Hinz/Bisbee. Anyway.) They had the unlucky misfortune of standing in front of me for the rehearsal. And then Scott insisted that I sing my song as one of the firsts. My compozine had not kicked in yet. Let me tell you. The Hinz’s were very lucky that I didn’t hurl all over them. Then there was the small problem with me not actually having learned my song yet. (oops) So, I kind of fudged my way through it. After that I went home and slept. Did I mention that the compazine makes me sleepy? …good. Just checking.
That night my parents went out with some of their friends to see “The Divinci Code”. Interestingly enough, I was invited along. However, I didn’t feel like being the 9th wheel of my mother’s geriatric group. (Now you may wonder why I would make such an insensitive remark on the blog when you know that my mother and her friends read this. Here’s the thing. They already know about this comment. My mother shared with them and I have been significantly chewed out by her friends for calling them geriatrics. I also explained that the joke was really more towards my mother and father and the rest were merely caught in the crossfire. (Smiles meekly) Yea. They didn’t buy it either.)
It’s an excellent thing I didn’t go with them. They didn’t get in until 1. Honestly, haven’t they ever heard of a curfew?
The next morning was Youth Sunday. I’m still not exactly sure how I got roped into that one. I teach 1 Sunday school class and somehow I’m stuck helping them organize their day. It went pretty well. Their sermon was funny and, for the most part, the services went off with out a hitch. The kids really did a great job. Of course the one large joke we had didn’t go over. The sermon was supposed to be part of a lock-in/ sleepover at the church. So, all the kids showed up in PJ’s. As well as Katrina, Chuck and myself. No one got it. However, it was probably the most comfortable I have felt in awhile. PJ’s, slipper socks and a bathrobe. It was great. However, I was so worried about the kids messing up that I didn’t sit. I stood with Katrina at the back of the church, with the ushers. It was my job to train them. They did a good job.
In the end, I had been standing for about 5 hours. Then I ran home got a 45 minute nap, changed and ran back to church for concert rehearsal.
I think I probably scared Scott. There is this high note at the end of my piece that I was having trouble hitting during rehearsal. I told him I would hit it when it counted but he got this panicked look on his face. It really isn’t my fault. We had only done the Regina Ciale at that point and as much as I like the piece, it’s not much of a warm up. The concert went well. Katrina and Stacy did the Laudamus Te. Vinnie Tippa did the solo for Libera Me. And I lucked out and got to sing in English, Ride the Chariot. Overall the concert was very successful.
Then Monday came. Not only was I going through my usual prednisone withdrawal, but I also had my body punishing me for Sunday’s activities. Punishing me all of Monday, Tuesday and today. All though it’s not as bad today. In fact, Katrina was here this afternoon when I woke up and mom, Katrina and I had a very nice chat. I almost felt social. In fact, I was feeling pretty good up until mom told me I looked shallow. She meant to say sallow. However, having you all think that my mother called me shallow is pretty funny. Anyway it was mom’s way of telling me I look like crap. Like I can’t tell from looking at my own corpse like complexion in the mirror. I need to have her remind me that I look like death warmed over. I think that I’m just going to start referring to the Monday and Tuesday after chemo as my grey period.
Hmmm…what else happened.
Oh. I went with cousin Brian to Fahnestock park. I was just going to show him which camp ground he wanted for his trip in June, but we ended up taking a hike to the Iron ore mine shaft. Most exercise that I’ve had in a month. But it was fun anyway.
I think that’s all I’ve got for you.
That and I’m tired of writing.
Later - Elizabeth