Day Thirty Two - Molly hits the wall

Psalm 66:19-20

But certainly God has heard;

He has given heed to the voice of my prayer. 

Blessed be God,

Who has not turned away my prayer

Nor His lovingkindness from me.

I'm sure I must have been up a bit in the middle of the night.  This is because I actually woke up for the day at 9:15.  I NEVER sleep that late unless it's because I went back to sleep.  I vaguely remember talking with God about my sore throat in the middle of the night.  He told me that I wasn't to talk at all on Sunday.  So I didn't.

So waking up at 9:15 on Sunday, when church starts at 9:15, and you are dead tired, and you can't talk, means that you just lull about in your night gown for a long time.  Riley made oatmeal for me for breakfast.  I love oatmeal.  It had raisins and walnuts in it.  YUM!  Then I went down to the living room and began slowly blogging about Saturday.  I found a wonderful Greek site, so I could really get into what I was thinking about early Saturday morning, and I really enjoyed myself, except for the absolutely horrible sore throat, which worried me.  But I think God assured me I'd be okay, I just mustn't talk.  Riley thought what I needed was a clicker.  The kind you get at a children's toy store, and looks like an alligator.  I liked the idea, but I wasn't into going shopping.  At some point Riley insisted that I walk around the block.  So I agreed, and he walked me around the block.  At that point I was in my jeans and t-shirt, a scarf from Lauren, and my heavy cashmere/wool sweater.  I was cold.

Riley made me eat lunch.  I don't know what it was, but I really liked the buttered bread.  Then I blogged more.  I was still dead tired, but unable to sleep.  I can't remember ever feeling so tired.  It was rather scary.  Was chemo going to be like this all the time?  Then he took me for another walk around another block, and decided that I maybe had enough energy to go to Barnes and Noble, which we did.  I got myself a pile of books and magazines, at least as many as I felt I could hold, found a table and chair and just sat there, slowly reading.  Very slowly.  Eventually Riley bought the book I liked best.  He wanted to buy me a book.  It's called Layer Cake, Jelly Roll, and Charm Quilts.  I'm really hoping to find energy to quilt a bit.  I know I have the time.

We got home, and I was as tired as ever, and my throat still hurt a lot, so I laid down.  But as usual I couldn't fall asleep.  But I laid there a while.  Then Riley wanted to know what I wanted for dinner.  Well of course I didn't want anything.  It's not that I'm nauseous, I just don't want to eat.  I can really really identify with children who are made to eat when they don't want to.  But finally I decided that maybe some chicken curry would be nice.  So Riley went off to the store to get some provisions for curry.  He made brown rice, chicken kourma, and fresh green beans.  It was a very nice dinner, but it still took me a long time to eat it.  

Then after dinner I laid on the couch in the back room and Riley cleaned up.  He is such a dear.  Then we turned on the TV and I realized that I only wanted to watch baseball.  We watched a game we had seen some of before.  There is something so soothing about Mariner's baseball.  We're going to make a special present for the announcers (Dave Niehaus, Mike Blowers, and Dave Sims) and send it to them and tell them how much we appreciate them.  The present is going to be really cool.  They are always saying that the batter hit the ball right on the button, or right on the screw, or right on the sweet spot.  Or that they put it right on the plate.  So I have this baseball upstairs in my library and we're going to sew on a button, screw in a screw, and glue on a heart, and then put the ball on a plate.  Then we'll send it to them and tell them that we found their ball.  I really appreciate the players too, though I miss Raul Ibanez, Richie Sexon, and Jamie Moyer.  And now Kenji Johjima has a broken toe (well someone else broke it), bad news for a catcher.  I hope he recovers soon.

Then the game was rained out.  If people think it rains here in Oregon, they've got it wrong.  It absolutely poured in an instant in Denver - I think it was Denver.  So Riley decided that it was really time for me to go to bed.  He gave me two Tylanol PMs, in hopes that I'd sleep, and sent me upstairs.  I got into bed and prayed that my sore throat would be mostly gone the next day.  I read some Scripture and laid down.  Riley read in bed for quite a while, and I sort of dozed until he turned the light off.  I don't think I woke up in the middle of the night, but I did get up early.

Psalm 31:1-3

In You, O LORD, I have taken refuge;
Let me never be ashamed;
In Your righteousness deliver me.
Incline Your ear to me, rescue me quickly;
Be to me a rock of strength,
A stronghold to save me.
For You are my rock and my fortress;
For Your name's sake You will lead me and guide me.