better and better; fatter and fatter

I'm delighted to tell everyone that I feel very good. As we say in Silva, 'better and better'. Besides self-indulgent naps some afternoons, I am able to function as normal. Went so far as to drive to Palm Beach and back on Friday, on my own. First drive in ages.
My appetite is also better and better. Normally monstrous, I am getting fatter and fatter. My excuse to date was that I was trying to get my blood count numbers up. Today, I heard very sad news. What I eat has nothing to do with the blood numbers, which by the way, are ok, considering the treatment. No more excuses for what I eat. Not only that, but Dr. B said in plain English that I should watch it, as it will be difficult to get rid of when I come off the chemo. The bright side is that coming off chemo is part of our lexicon. One does look for clues in the doctors' verbiage.
So, my head spinning with dietary advice - not what I expected or wanted to hear, we went off to Costco to fill up on more things that are increasingly unnecessary. Totally starving by then, there was no way I was leaving without at least a hotdog. Reuven, who had planned a good lunch at a local restaurant, caved, so Guy, RR and I ate mustard and ketchup laden rolls with the usual Costco sausage inbetween. Why does it taste so much better there than anything I could make at home? Am I hungrier at Costco? I was not happy. Those ice creams - enormous on a stick, dipped first in boiling chocolate and then rolled in nuts!! Can't get up without.... So, in an effort to compromise, we shared one of them between the 3 of us. Actually, they are so big, that to my surprise, we got our fill with 1/3 of an icecream each. Mmmmm!
I got home and soon after an enormous parcel was delivered to my front door. Covered in Scottish stamps. Huge. I would have been happy to sit and look at it for a few days, just relishing the sheer size of it all. However, I knew that there are people in my house who have no problem opening other people's mail, and I wasn't taking that chance. Full of the most wonderful Scottish delights. I can now have a marvellous Scottish heather scented candle burn while I bath with gorgeous melty soaps, then get into my Scottish p.js, with my tartan hot water bottle (if you don't know the joys of a hotty, you have never been comforted while feeling ill) and a cup of good Scots tea. Scottish teddy will be joining me in bed. And that is only the start of it all. When I get up in the morning, I will make my porridge with a special stick - simple but brilliant. Reuven, you are so lucky to have me make your porridge. Remember, it's ready when the stick stands up straight in the pot. I could go on, but this is making me hungry and I haven't yet eaten my 7th meal of the day.
I have sent a job description to a friend at FAU and he is going to distribute it amongst a few faculties. Will I actually go through with this and have someone working for me? I'm not working for me these days. It is too much to think about.