An Adventure for Dinner

This week has been hell on Earth with my vertigo. The docs started me on Meclizine. This was supposed to combat the vertigo, but it made it worse. Just my luck. I stopped taking it on Wednesday, I think. I just wish it would get out of my system and give me back the little stability I had. It wasn’t much, but it was more than I have now.

I start my next round of chemo on Tuesday: 5 days on and 23 days off. The dose is much higher than before, being that it is only a week a month. I am hopeful I won’t have too many, if any, symptoms. The meds should arrive Monday from the specialty pharmacy. I have blood work Tuesday.

We’ve been wanting to get me out of the house for dinner for a while. As Dexter says, tonight’s the night. I made my way to the front, but my knees were weak. I was a bit slow moving, but I made it. I get nervous when I’m like that: shaky and wobbly. I was afraid it would rain while we were out. I didn’t want my hand to slip off the cane handle. Luckily, no rain came. I made my way out the door and to my Jeep. Slowly but surely, I got there, climbed in, and we were on our way. We went to our local pub we love so much, Fat Rabbit. I had some wings, buffalo garlic ranch, and some tots. My wife enjoyed her Cuban sandwich and some tots. If I wasn’t on so many meds, I would have enjoyed a nice peanut butter old fashioned. They even put a peanut butter cup in it. It’s a yummy drink. I swiped a sip of my wife’s. Very tasty and chocolatey. The wings were amazing, super crispy as I requested. They make their own sauces, so my fave is the buffalo garlic ranch. So yummy.

So we made it there and enjoyed our dinner. Back home and had to floss…wings, you know? lol We were going to stop for ice cream after, but it was too soon after dinner and we both didn’t feel up to it. Chunk Doggins. Once home, I had to give my Chippy a pill. He has his monthly injection at the vet tomorrow. We have to give him an anxiety pill, gabapentin, to calm him down. The last time at the vet, they didn’t want to inject him without it. They said he was spicy with them last time. Well, I would be too if I got poked 5 times and didn’t get the meds injected. So I popped the pill down his throat. Tomorrow will be another pill a couple of hours before the shot. Wish us luck. He’s usually a good boy, but I get his spicy outlook. That’s about it.

Thank you for stopping by!
~Bruce