So, yeah, last Saturday…? Eight years cancer free.
w00t!
I had a rather glorious photoshoot in mind, but – you see – I slept on my leg wrong a couple weeks back and have been struggling with problems ever since, having pulled or sprained/strain something in the two days after that night. I did not have the energy to tend to my hip/knee and roam about town trying to find walnuts in shell during the summer, not to mention a long-handled sledge hammer.
There you have it.
What was successful about the day was my ability to crush the suggestion of my mind that my hip/knee problems must surely be long-term bone damage from the chemotherapy and that any time now I can expect my bones to crumble to bits… Yay! I even refused the mental images of my leg just snapping clean off at the knee as I hobbled about last week.
There is a downside to this highly imaginative mind of mine…
Oh, yes! The Cadillac. That stupid, messed-up, piece of junk Caddy. Fuck you, Cadillac. It will only be on the road another four days. I fly home to accept my parents generous offer of an indefinite loan of their old tow vehicle, a 1997 Dodge Ram diesel pick-up.
As pointed out by a few sources already, I do look forward to the image of me getting out of that big, butch thing all dandied up.
*giggle*
Sorry to say, I will not have any real time to stop and visit along the way this round. I have to do this with unpaid time off and need to get back as soon as possible.
Here’s to – perhaps – a break from stupid, broken vehicles, at least for a bit…
*smooch*
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