moving along my way

I was a real wet blanket earlier this week, so I'll set the record straight for now:

After a shaky beginning, my radiation therapy is on track and I feel better for that.

Being the total hypochondriact that I am, I keep imagining being fatigued from radiation therapy.
Ever since the years that my mother (may she rest in peace), made me 'rest' every afternoon in a darkened room, which I hated more than anything in the world, but probably she needed to survive momdom - well, ever since then, I have been fatigued every afternoon. I will not dwell on my raglike state, nor the consuming hunger that accompanies it. It happens every day and it passes every day. But NOW, NOW I have radiation therapy to be hysterical about. Now, my fatigue is medical and shows that I am in a bad way. A tiny piece of what's left of my mind understands that this is utter rot, but being a neurotic, I am now living in fear. Every afternoon.

May I mention that yesterday, I got into the pool at the gym and actually swam 30 laps. Maybe there is some connection??

I emailed the following report to one of my backbones:

I have been inducted into the world of wheat grass. I don’t flinch about paying almost $5.- for some liquefied lawn, which is supposed to be very healthy, but which most people tastes utterly vile. Personally, I don’t mind the taste. Maybe, when I think of paying so much for it, my mind tells me that it must be good.

 So, for anyone interested in marketing, there it is: you can sell the biggest load of .... and if you charge enough, people will believe it's good for you and pay up. They will stand in line to pay up.
Fortunately, I saw a snippet, literally the last half minute of a program in which, as I understand, they claim that you can and should eat dark chocolate. It's good for you!! So, last night late, for purely medicinal reasons, I sent poor Lee, who had just got home from a very long day at work, off to look for dark chocolate. When she got home, I downed two doses, just to be on the safe side.