Katie’s still skiing and enjoying every minute of it. Last night she called but could hardly talk because she was laughing so hard. I have no idea what was so funny, but I couldn’t help giggling. I am definitely ready for her to come home, though. I miss her and I’m not ashamed to say so! Depending on the phase of her teenage girl angsty hormonal emotions when she gets home I may be ready for her to go skiing again next week, but we’ll just play that one by ear.
Five of Taylor’s buddies came over last night and ate burgers, played Wii and watched Dr. Horrible’s Sing-Along-Blog. He wanted the guys to watch the DVD, but said he couldn’t bring himself to invite his friends over for burgers and a musical. It’s pretty funny stuff, though, and definitely not your average musical. Besides, half of them watch Glee so I guess they decided watching Dr. Horrible would not compromise their manliness any further.
Speaking of Wii, I got Todd the Wii Resort for Christmas. He’s been practicing the ping pong so he can take on our neighbor, John. They talk smack to each other and everything, but it’s really hard to take them seriously when you see their cute little Miis with their Aloha shirts and goofy smiles.
After months of no thrush-like symptoms, I woke up Friday morning with the insides of my cheeks swollen and my tongue more swollen than normal. I could hardly talk or eat without biting my tongue or cheeks. But there’s nothing to be done about it because it’s not actually thrush, just a side effect of having horrible thrush during chemo NEARLY FOUR YEARS AGO! Plech. It happens when I get worn down, but I didn’t have a bad week or anything so I’m not sure why it happened this time. I didn’t sleep so well for several nights so maybe that’s it. I don’t know. It’s still swollen, but not as bad as it had been. Stupid tongue.
Just last week I was thinking about how much better I’m doing in my head than I was even a year ago. And I definitely am, but every now and again these little reminders that I’m not the same as I was before cancer pop up. I don’t often think about my new normal anymore and it’s kind of funny that something as benign as a swollen tongue can bring it back. But I’m very happy to say that, while it used to feel like a scab being pulled off a gaping wound, it’s now just a bruise. And not even a yucky black and blue or purplish-green bruise. A barely bruise. The kind you have to look at closely to see if it’s just a smudge of dirt or an actual bruise. And I have to say it feels good. But I still don’t like my stupid tongue.
I think that’s enough randomosity for the morning. I’m off to write my thoughts about the Tower of Babel, now.