Backsliding Already

Today was a really busy day—all good things (really good things, in fact), but really busy. I got up early to accommodate my day-before-chemo drug regimen and then was out of the house for 15 straight hours, racing from one commitment to the next to the next to the next to the next to the next.

That means I haven't read the newspaper. At all. It's still sitting on the couch in its lovely blue plastic wrapper.

And I didn't finish a New Yorker, although I did make a dent in the current issue. (That's what subway time is for, is it not?)

And haven't done my PT exercises. I planned to do them this morning but ran out of time. My back-up plan was to do them this evening, not knowing that I would be out until past midnight. Since I have to get up at 6AM tomorrow to deal with the day-of-chemo drug regimen, not to mention the chemo itself, I figured I should just give up the ghost.

Instead, I had some ice cream. But only because I had to have food with my evening dose of steroids. (OK, maybe not only.)

But I did not want to skip a blog entry, even if it was just to confess my shortcomings of the day.

Other shortcomings to follow, I'm sure.