Interstate 66 cuts Arlington in half. But, it is in a ditch. So, we decorate the overpasses and watch the bikers zip thru Arlington on their way to DC or the Pentagon.
This is not fun. Remember, yesterday, I said I was taking a three day holiday from worrying about Mr C. Make that a 24 hour holiday.
This morning he said his jaw hurt and he had a lump behind his ear. And then he went out to play tennis. Well, these are the lymph nodes that drain the area where the Merkel creature lives that hurt. This is really bad. Well, maybe I should say “potentially” really bad. It sure isn’t good.
That is the trouble with being stuck in Cancerland. You just get adjusted to the latest new normal. You convince yourself “this isn’t too bad, we can deal with it”. Then BAM! – something else pops up.
Now we are in a little huff with each other. He is saying that if I am going to get all upset about “every little thing” then he will not tell me anything. My bad was getting a little teary about the lymph nodes. I know, I shouldn’t have. But, I was so not ready for more problems. Not yet. Not again. I am getting readier by the minute. But, not there yet.
But, still Enjoy Every Sandwich: The ever popular Cheese Burgers.
And that is the unvarnished report from Cancerland. The lymph nodes could just be an infection. Yeah sure, and pigs fly.
OK – A couple hours and a couple of beers later – I am ready to deal with the next set of problems. Most likely I can delay dealing until Tuesday.