My cousin asked me to be to his house at 8am, for his 9am appointment. He wanted to be early, his anxiety is through the roof. I was on time for him, but he was not out of bed yet. He needed a little more time, thinking and overthinking his situation. He told me I could bring the laptop in and work if I wanted to but reminded him I need internet to do my job. So I told him hey, I'll take a walk.
The Fan District is where he lives, in an apartment building, not one of the amazing Victorian era homes in the neighborhood. The apartment building is a piece of shit, needs a total rehab and rebuild but he's lucky right now to have a place to live so it's good.
I walked all over the neighborhood, making sure not to wander too far away if he texted me that he was ready to go. I met lots of dogs, looked at lots of gardens, admired all the beautiful houses and thought of the one we may not be buying in Hagerstown.
Beautiful Victorian era houses are a labor of love it seems. So many contractors out working on homes in the neighborhood here. I'm in the wrong line of business.
Back at the car, I texted him to let him know I was done with my walk, and he came out. Slowly. We were slightly late arriving but that's alright. They got him pretty quickly and I charged his phone for him, and started working.
They told me it would be 20 minutes and it was over two hours.
This is the tradition in just about every cancer treatment hospital. When you are done with your treatment, you ring the bell.
It felt an honor to be sitting there hearing the bell, and I thought on my cousin, maybe he gets to ring the bell when he's done with treatments but he won't be cured and he said that's not bell-worthy. You should ring the bell when you've fully kicked cancer's ass.
He had a hard time today with the treatment on his head. They ordered medication for him for tomorrow and the rest of this week. They were supposed to send the order to a pharmacy but the system is down so tomorrow they'll have it waiting for him.
He told me he does not have someone for Wednesday, so I volunteered to stay. I'm here anyway, right? I checked in with Doug and he told me that sounded alright to him.
After the treatment, I took John back to his place and he went to bed. I had lunch at the Capital Ale House, had a zoom meeting with the newsletter team, ate a giant delicious salad, and did enjoy one beer (I wanted 10).
Back to the hotel when my 2 hour parking expired, and I parked for 2 more hours and worked in my room. Amazingly getting a lot done between moving around Richmond. My cousin wanted to have dinner, so when my parking expired, I headed over to him. We got Indian food, I ate to much rice and naan, but it was delicious and perfect and I loved it.
He wanted to watch a movie but I really did not have the energy for it. I got in the car, talked to C, called Doug, chatted with Doug. Got wine and ginger ale and headed back to my room. I extended my stay another night, checked in at the front desk to tell them I was not going to check out, just please leave me in the room. I'll reactivate my keys tomorrow.
Bed. So excited for bed. Can't wait to sleep. And we do this again tomorrow.
Digits below a weird thing I saw in Richmond.
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digits
exercise: 12/12 hours. Early morning walk around the Fan District in Richmond while waiting for my cousin. 20 min/.98 miles. 10k+ steps by bedtime.
blood glucose:
6:45am: 79
n/a pm: n/a
10pm: 185
food & meds:
6:45am: phentermine+jardiance
7am: granola/fruit/yogurt parfait (figured it was a safe choice bc of the super low blood sugar this morning)
12:45pm: spinach and beet salad w/goat cheese and grilled chicken. One beer
2pm: brought home a slice of carrot cake, ate a portion of it, saving the rest; met+glip
7pm: indian food, butter chicken some jasmine rice, garlic naan
8pm: white wine & diet ginger ale
9pm: cashews; met+glip
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