October 5, 2004
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I usually love Tuesdays. Tuesday is the day I volunteer at the hospital, and Tuesday is the night I spend with my boyfriend. But I have some bug, either a cold or flu or both. Is something going around? I can’t wait to be old enough that I don’t have a child starting school in September and, like clockwork, bringing home some bug. And, ever since I did chemo, my immune system just isn’t what it used to be so these bugs bother me more. This morning, before I leave, I must empty the back of my truck so I can get the crate in, not to mention somehow untying and lifting the huge board from the top of the roof. I start thinking about calling in sick, but there are three patients to see and I didn’t go last week because of the move. I volunteer with the Breast Cancer Outreach Program so, typically, the patient is well but having a mastectomy or lumpectomy. Oh, I’m going, and once I get there I’ll be glad I did. The tricky part will be leaving the puppy in the crate. But I have that figured out. I will let her out every two hours, to pee. It’s not going to be hot today, according to weather.com.
You’re probably wondering about the boyfriend and the one night-a-week thing. See, he only lives three minutes away, and when I bought this huge house he starting making noises that all started with “we.” “We are thinking of putting hardwood in the kitchen”; that sort of thing. So I quickly instituted the call-ahead plan. We get together for dinner, he spends the night, and maybe we do something over the weekend but not at my house. I have my youngest daughter every weekend.
Things are coming to a head, beneath my feet. The oldest dog is still in the car, from the run to Starbucks, and not in a position to intervene. The puppy is half under the computer table with her head exposed. The cat is slowly advancing, making terrible noises. I gotta go
