I wasn’t sure how the weekend was going to be. I realized Friday morning I wasn’t going to be able to do all the driving we needed. I was far too sore. Part of my radiation burn had pealed under my arm so I had raw skin rubbing against raw skin. It took me forever to pack and drive to my sister’s. I got to her place and handed her my car keys. I am so not a good passenger at the best of times but far worse when someone is driving my car with me in it.
We picked mom up at the ferry, and made it to the hotel with enough time to get take-out food and soak my burn before mom and I went and saw Sylvia Browne. After her lecture, they pulled numbers for people to go up for readings. Ours got pulled. I made mom go up. She said I’d been sick for quite a while and asked when I’d get my life back. Sylvia told her my situation wasn’t as bad as I made it out to be, mom told her she disagreed, Sylvia said it was true, that I was a bit of a drama queen. I’d get my life back in June. So there ya go. I’m a drama queen.
Today we had lunch with (for?) Ride2Survive. We thought it would be a good ending to the weekend, making a cancer donation. Thanks Mom 🙂
I wasn’t a drama queen this weekend but my bitch was out, sometimes quietly, sometimes with my outside voice. I’m fatigued, sore, uncomfortable and in desperate need of more than an hour or 2 of constant sleep. I’m hoping I didn’t ruin the weekend too badly with my grouchiness, I apologize if I did, because I look forward to this every year. It’s the one weekend it’s just mom, my sister and I together.