I go from Humbly Greatful to Grumbly Hateful in 3.5 secs.

ggggggRRRRRRRRRR mateys.

So, I haven't had a decent meal since Bob and Shelley's. It's 25 degrees out (17 with windchill factor), and I have no clothes that are warm enough for my cold urticaria. And I don't have my meds for it, so I have to find a store. ( I should see if I can find a trial for cold urticaria while I'm here. I already basically share a room with Jim and Larry) I have to go shopping also because I have gained now 20 pounds since last september and I don't fit into anything. I wake up 1.5 hours earlier today, because I AM BRILLIANT AND I AM GOING TO BE THE ONE TO GET THE HOT SHOWER TODAY... cause the cold ones, well...they just don't work for me, and they make the cold urticaria hurt more. And the water temp is worse. There is no warm. So, I can't go back to sleep, so I do laundry, and the machine breaks on me, this is only after the toilet handle fell off....after I used it of course. So, I take the back off to flush it by hand and drop my only clean bra in the toilet. After I scoop that up, I go to the kitchen for coffee, and the plumber is still working on the kitchen clog. GOOD THING THE GRAND PIANO IN THE PARLOR IS WORKING.

Seriously. All these minor things, and I'm moaning. It's unbelievable how fleshy I can get so quick. And this place is beautiful and free. Who cares that I can't shower. Okay enough of that. Did I mention I'm lonely as heck. Bored, too? I went to a craft class and chose a stocking. I sat on the needle last night. That was fun.

Oh, and Larry, our beloved Larry, the roommate. Not only is he on the phone CONSTANTLY, but he must knows 100's of people that hide from him, and he calls them all and tells them the same story over again. Me and Jim are about dying now, cause we can repeat verbatim what he's going to say next, including all the hmms and hawws that go with it. The curtain separates the two of them, and we lip sync all the stories. Even the same jokes... We can repeat them. And get this...THEY'RE WORSE THAN THE BALDAUFF JOKES. I think Jim was spoiled by the private room the other 15 hopt. trips. And you know, it's good that he's not in a private room anymore. We need to be stretched and uncomfortable in all ways, I guess.

Kimmer, he's from Philly. Tell me the Italians from Philly are different. :) I could use a good piasano about now. :) He's really a nice guy, despite the, the, the....he's really a nice guy. Sister Kim, he reminds me of Walt Shine.

Okay enough about me. Let's talk about Jim. Wasn't this blog originally about him? LOL. Anyway, I talked to the doc yesterday and found this out. The cancer has gone into his vertebre. It's not a "bone cancer" but it is in his bones in his back. It's also crushing a muscle. And it's about 10 inches long. His left side on the front of him is distended (I think that's the word) and I bet that Jim's spleen is swollen from this cancer. I knew this was aggressive, but I never thought it would go from 5 cm to 10 inches within 2 weeks. So, we got him here in the nick of time. Now, it must work. More than likely, it's probably in his bone marrow, since it's in his bone, but then maybe not. But the doc says that none of this matters in regards to whether this regimen would work for him or not. If this works, it will work despite the stage. It just can't be in the brain or spinal fluid and it's not. We won't know for a while, as this works slower than the types of chemo, but if Jim's pain gets less within the next 3 weeks, that's a good sign. We come back in 21 days, after we leave here. Anybody up for a road trip? I know a great place with nice hot showers.

Well, they have Jim's pain meds upped again, and he has about 15 pounds of water in his legs. Poor guy.

Well, after shopping, I'm going over to see my Jumbo, and Larry of course. I need to hear what words of wisdom he has today. Here's what I gleaned yesterday. Larry likes the stripper joints, but his dad doesn't. He gets off the phone and tells me that he hopes Obama doesn't blow it and do something immoral. You see, he was going to vote for Edwards. And he can't believe that Edwards cheated on his wife. Especially since she was sick with cancer. (I guess only healthy wives should be cheated on.) Anyway, what kind of guy does that, Larry wants to know. Larry says that he has never cheated on a woman. He's never been with one long enough to cheat. Hmmm... He tells me that Mrs. Edwards has been spotted WITHOUT her wedding ring. Someone needs to tell Mrs. Edwards to hide, that Larry is watching. LOL.

Okay. Well, my mini pity party is over. Perhaps I'll even buy someone a Christmas gift today. Although I can't imagine that I would remember what is on anybody's list. I think I'll buy Jim some fishing tackle. That'll make him get better quicker than anything I know of. :)

Well, I'm done jumping all over the place for today. I am going to see if the water has warmed up any.

I love you guys
Thanks for reading my ramblings. It makes me feel like I'm not alone down here.