Not writing much, because there's not much to write about.
Well, things are happening, of course.
I've had some lovely visits with friends from far afield - NYC, D.C., Italy - and a lovely Holiday Season with family & friends who are close to both hearth and heart.
I got a minor case of whiplash and a very minor concussion in a fender-bender type accident, with an accompanying thrill-ride in an ambulance and CT scan for my neck (why I don't glow in the dark, I'll never know).
We got a new stove, survived the grease fire with which we christened the new appliance (does anyone know how to get smoke stains off enameled and plastic surfaces?) and got a new refrigerator (we managed not to set fire to it, but it wasn't for lack of trying).
I started the Aromasin, suffered the side effects. Started the Metformin, more side effects. Started the Low Dose Naltrexone, more side effects. I'm just a dizzily hobbling ball of aches, pains, nausea, hot flashes, internal malfunctions, and brain farts.
Given the chance, Dr. Bouncy would no doubt tell me that this is a good thing. I'll see him next week, at which point he can explain why this might be so. It will be at least another seven weeks before they will do another scan, so I suppose the side effects are the only indications available to show that the meds are doing something. Of course, I have to have regular blood screenings to make sure that the something is not liver damage.
And that's about that. A bit of knitting, a bit of spinning, a few naps, and tons of exhausting paperwork that needs to be done in the next month or so.
It's an exciting life, but somebody needs to do it...