Conversation I had in the ER with John this afternoon:
Me: I wish it was a football you could pass off. I'd take it for a while.
Him: I wouldn't let you.
Me: I'd flash you with my boobs to distract you and then take it.
Him: That would work.
The "it" we were talking about is leukemia. There have been so many times in the last 7 weeks when I've seen John suffering and wanted to do something to give him a break. It's so hard watching him walk through this, especially in those valleys when there doesn't seem to be much I can do to help. He wasn't supposed to go back into the hospital until Monday for round 3 of chemo but the side effects from round 2 are still whoopin' his butt, so he had to go back today.
Meanwhile, in much less severe news, I'm walking like an arthritic sloth today because I took a Body Pump class yesterday. I've been in a major exercise rut for the last few months. I stopped running and swimming and have only been walking for exercise while listening to podcasts. Walking is better than nothing but I've gained some weight and know more activity will do me good mentally and emotionally, too. So I tried a new class on Friday and really liked it but whoa mama, it worked some long-dormant muscles, which responded with an EFF YOU when I tried to get out of bed this morning. I'd forgotten how being sore is a good feeling though and it inspired me to keep moving so I'll definitely be taking the class again.
Last night, while John was watching The Big Lebowski, I tried my hand at embossing - with stamps and a pen - and it was so much fun! It's probably no surprise to you that making things shiny is appealing to me. I kept seeing videos on Instagram of people embossing lettering and had to give it a try myself. I'll share some pics as I keep practicing.