Short

Ken used to use a fair amount of army vernacular, partially from the year he spent in Germany teaching on a military base, but I think mostly from his dad. Some of these terms have stuck with me and I still use them. So we come to “short”, typically I am not short, not in stature and I try not to be financially, but right now I am “short” in the military sense, or really in reverse of the military sense. Soldiers who are “short” are almost at the end of their tour of duty. I, on the other hand, am short and feel like I am going into the military, or perhaps prison.

And no, it is not that bad, nor that long, neither my hospital stay nor my limitations when I get discharged. But I am feeling like scrambling to do the last few things I can do now that I won’t be able to do later like eating now what I will have to avoid soon.

I am feeling much better than when I was feverish last weekend, but feeling the effects of last week’s chemotherapy – very tired and some occasional nausea. It took me three days to have both the energy and the appetite to go to Ashley’s for ice cream – oh the trials and tribulations! 🙂

I have just two more days of working (from home). One more photo shoot to edit. Dinner out with my kids. And I’m trying to use as many of our fresh herbs as I can when we cook!

At any rate, I’m counting down, but I’m still kickin’!

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