Friday was a big day, as we combined my weekly blood test (oh, how I dread those) with a trip downtown to WonderDaddy’s office for a quick meeting. My energy level is increasing again, and I felt up to a little outing to reward ourselves for surviving another “pinch” at the local lab. (Several of the technicians are very good, but one is not; last week’s visit was horrendous and we ended up at the hospital anyway.) We decided to go downtown together, and while WonderDaddy met with his boss, I’d walk around and see old colleagues and friends.
It was a wonderful time. Except for the driving downtown bit. We decided not to take the Metro because of risk of infection (people with cancer who are actively having chemo are incredibly sensitive to germs and getting sick, since their white blood cells are so depleted), so we drove. I could spend hours descibing the hilarity that ensued, but instead, I’ll just close with a haiku that WonderDaddy uttered, in all seriousness, as we drove through a yet-to-be-gentrified neighborhood that our new satellite navigation system thought would be a good route:
If it weren’t for the
new GPS, we would be
arguing right now.
Yeah. That about sums it up.