Pizza and pop...

This is Thursday, yet all day I seem to think it is Tuesday.  I don’t want to begin this week again… 

Since the day is over, I (we) can laugh at it.  This week I have been anxious, thinking it was just part of the after chemo effects, I was just waiting it out.  Well, I really think that was part of it, but some of it was that I was without diet cola (my vice) for days as well as my sore tongue (thrush from chemo) stopping me from enjoying anything with flavor/taste.  Sounds nuts huh? 

Well, I mentioned to my sister that I wanted to get out of the house and go to Walmart.  In the back of my mind I was thinking while out, we can stop by the pizza parlor and get pizza and pop.  I didn’t mention this little bit of news to her though.  She seemed reluctant to me, and I think I became a bit anxious… nice for saying “if you don’t take me, I will drive myself even if my vision is blurry.”    While she dragged her heels this morning, dared to consider a nap about noon, oh boy… my nose flared.  A family trait when upset, it isn’t pretty.  She finally said, “you about ready to go?”  I didn’t even take the time to curl my hair, threw on clothes for the trip and was out the door and in the car before she got outside.  It’s a wonder I didn’t slip on the ice covering everything.

Did my shopping and went through the checkout before my normal time limit, as I noticed Gloria trying to call me to find out where I was at.  She and Allen came walking out the doors to find me sitting waiting for them.  Allen looked at me asking if I was sure I wanted to go out for pizza.  Guess I did look pretty droopy.  My answer was a resounding “yes I want pizza and pop!”  I have been watching my food intake so closely due to high glucose numbers.

We were waiting for the pizza to be prepared when I started in discussing how much time it was taking.  I am so glad that I only discussed this with my family.  It actually didn’t take that much time, but I was hungry.  No, I wanted to “taste” something.  I didn’t know that I was doing all of this, but after my first piece of pizza and glass of pop Gloria and Allen started laughing at me.  They said that my whole demeanor changed, it was like I had taken Prozac.  So, Gloria has decided to hide a six pack of diet cola and a pizza in the freezer for the next time I have withdrawals from pop and tasty food.  I should be embarrassed, but instead we are all laughing.  And to think, I was going to slap my sister for backing out of our little trip today.  Talk about a junkie! 

On a more serious note, a friend called me with a scripture read at church Sunday, Ezekiel 30: 20-22  It is something to ponder.