Dream Time in Missouri

Is It The Drugs?

Feel like I spent all night last night dreaming about Boston. I dreamed about driving to Boston, taking trains to Boston, walking around Boston, finding a doctor's office in Boston, even going to a tag sale in Boston. Why Boston? I haven't a clue! The tag sale was run by wives and husbands of retired policemen and firemen. I had a great time. The weather was icy in my dream, and I feel I spent a lot of time getting places only to turn around and go somewhere else. I'll have to think about it to figure out what my brain was trying to tell me.

I have a huge case of hives tonight. Not huge hives, but lots of them. I am afraid it is my new friend hydrocodone, or else my other new friend, lots o' enzymes made from pork protein. It has been gradually getting worse since I started taking the higher dose of hydrocodone Monday. I didn't take my second dose today because of the hives this evening. I will be taking some vistaryl or benedryl in a little bit - hope it knocks em back a bit - they are starting to grow together now into bigger hive humps. And I'm super itchy - hoping I don't have to epipen myself because that then means I have to go to the ER. Double sigh.... The Headache is acting up also, not sure if it is from the allegic reaction, or if it just likes the hydrocodone...Triple sigh...

Went into work today trying to make up for time missed last week. Frustrating day, didn't get anything accomplished. Frustrating weekend - wonder if you can get an allergic reaction to frustration??

On a sadder note, my cousin Harold died last week. He had just been diagnosed a few days ago with advanced lung cancer. The nurses were attempting to remove some fluid from his lungs from the cancerous pneumonia, and he just collapsed and died in an instant. I am sorry that his warm presence is no longer in this world with us. I pray that I will be so lucky when my time comes, that God in His mercy will give me a quick decisive end. I am sad that because of my health and my Mom's health we won't be able to go to the memorial service.

Sad News, Good Memories

My Cousin Harold

Got news last night that my cousin Harold has been diagnosed with lung cancer that has metastisized to his lymph nodes. Not a good diagnosis. He has started treatment hoping to reduce the size of the tumor that is causing him a lot of pain. He is having difficulty breathing, which can be very scary. Harold is probably around 61 years old, but I don't think of him as being that age.

I remember Harold as he was in high school, working at the dimestore soda fountain giving me a coca cola made from real coca cola syrup and fizzy water in a tiny little coca cola glass. I remember him giving me rides on a bicycle down to where the railroad tracks crossed the road near my grandparents house. I remember him driving me and my fifty million other small cousins to see movies at the nearest movie theatre that was fifteen miles away, packed three or four deep, oldest to the youngest, on the bench seats of his father's car. I remember sending goody boxes to him when he was in the infantry in Vietnam. I remember his kindness to all of his myriad cousins and his joy about being a father. I remember his patience at still being called Little Harold even when his uncle Harold had passed away 20 years ago!

I am saddened, worried about him and his family and his brothers Don Ralph and Bob, hoping that he will be the one in a million to have remission. I work with a gentleman that had a similar diagnosis with inoperable lung cancer and survived to be cancer free, so I know it happens. I pray it will happen to my cousin. Please keep him and his family in your prayers.