Hitting the Wall

I hit a wall Weds. Afternoon. I went to radiation and was exhausted immediately afterward. I could have curled up and fallen asleep in the car. I was sick on Thursday with upset stomach and fever. Friday is here and I had a while of energy, ran errands and then was tired again. You may not see me again until July at this rate.
I did have some good news about going to the Martin Farm again for the first time this year. I love getting all my food locally from people I really like. We bought tomatoes for the Thompsons. Daniel put in a green house in Feb. He planted the tomatoes in the ground and they have been harvesting them all this spring. Apparently, they're great (I am deathly allergic to tomatoes, so I wouldn't know).

15 days down

Well, I have been very much enjoying the sun lately. The cats and I have fallen into our summer schedule of walks, sitting out, while reading, back in to check the e-mail, then out again.  It's amazing how easily one falls back into old habits.

We haven't seen the geese babes for a week, while the parents have taken them to the island. I leave out bread for the geese each day, which the geese treat as poison while I look on and gobble down as soon as I turn my back.

Sunday, I went to the Pierrepont Park and was amazed at how flooded the river is from the hydro project. My favorite little beach is gone at the entrance, but there are a few little spots left untouched around the curve.

 I went to Chase Mills to visit the Thompsons and Sandi. We went down to the river, but didn't stay, as it was buggy and the water was high.  It was amazingly cold there up near the hose. Alan put on his parka and wool hat, while we took photos for Julia.

It was my first trip to Martin's and I am so glad to go back there.  I spent every cent as usual. I stopped to have Scoopacino's local strawberry ice cream and ate it at the gazebo in Ives Park. Welcome to my summer.

Radiation day 6. I seem to get sick every other day. Was very ill Weds. and Sat. The days off from being ill, I am very energized and not getting enough sleep.
I know I am a little off, enough at my best. I am not concentrating well.
We have 3 goslings in the backyard (actually James' backyard, since he feeds them). They are about 1 week old. They have left the fluff yellow down stage and have grown twice their size. They are now a mid-tone brown and have a goose shape.
I am encouraged that things are well, although summer (which, actually is not here), seems to be flying by.

Hello from a sack of potatoes (Irradiated)

I have decided after 3 treatments that it's not like being a dog at the vets, but more like being a body at an autopsy.
I have 30 more treatments of being " a sack of potatoes" for my radiologists to haul around and arrange. Do I glow in the dark?? Not yet.
Side effects, mild chronic nausea and fatigue, with an inability to sleep well, crazy dreams consistently about poorly filled in paperwork. Who dreams about paperwork?
Thank goodness I get 2 days off a week. I'll check the side effects then.

Radiation Day One

Well, I made it through Day One. It's a good thing I take my lunch at 2, leave at 20 after, go to radiation, come back at quarter to 3, rest for 15 minutes and work for 3 hours more. I am splitting the week. I work Mon, Tues, off Weds, on Thurs and 1/2 Friday (volunteer for library rest of day on Friday), of Sat and Sun.
I go to radiation, lie on a table, get hauled around like, as my radiologist calls it " a sack of potatoes", when I'm in prime position, the 2 workers run for the closet and I get 1 minute of radiation in one pose and 1 minute in another. By that, I mean the camera poses, I lie as if dead.
It's over with quick. My only symptom so far has been mild nausea. I am anticipating the fatigue and resting.
32 more treatments to go.

No More Plastic!!!

I am refusing to buy things in plastic and/or packaging. It makes life more difficult, but as I find more solutions, I won't have to constantly be on the search for new products.
I have to be more patient for things, like, strawberries are my favorite food. Normally, I would buy CA ones in plastic all year round. The last time, I bought those, I refused a bag and was harassed at Walmart because of it. I had workers follow me from the checkout to the door, stopping every few steps to check my receipt and purchase. Walmart broke me of plastic strawberries. Last year, I picked my own, froze them and will do the same this year.
My goal is no plastic containers. I am breaking it this month, as I stock up a little on prepackaged food for my radiation regimen.
I also make my own detergent with no plastic involved.
Does anyone else feel like they are treated like a total freak for refusing plastic?? For going on 20 years, I have been a anti-plastic advocate, but I still get the same looks at checkout lines, etc. I went to a drugstore recently and after refusing a bag, the clerk threw it out. I asked for it back and within their sight, 20 steps away, I stuck it in the recycling bin. Excuse my language, but WTF!!! People are fierce about their attachment to plastic. If looks were lethal, I would die about 20 times a day.
Just stand outside a grocery store for a while and watch all the plastic come flying out. It is stomach turning.
Honestly, what will it take to get plastic packaging and bags out of our lives? Will I die a lonely plastic crank death? Will my dying words be "No More Plastic Bags!!!!"? Please help me to have a better death and make your own personal resolve of "No more plastic!!".