Not much going on

Mary is set for the MRI next week (Friday) and it just so happens MaryR has an appointment at Stanford for Cancer surveillance tests at the same time. So, Mary is hitching a ride and the two of them will get their tests done.

Things have been very quiet. Mary wanted to do Farmers' Market today so she woke early, we ate breakfast and then headed to market. We then came home and Mary napped. About 1PM we went to the Purple Onion for lunch. Neither MaryR or Ingrid could joint us but I think Mary simply felt good about being out twice in one day. Besides, this was a rain free day -- at least for the times we were out. More storms are arriving from the Pacific and will continue our very wet ways.

This three day cycle with the fentanyl patches is almost predictable. The patches go on at bedtime and they stay on for 72 hours (3 days). The first 24 hours it is clear Mary gets a pretty good jolt of the narcotic and day one is pretty much 'a drug induced haze'. Day two is a good day with Mary being more alert and willing to be active--today, Sunday for example, is day two. Day three ranges from another good day to an exception day until later in the afternoon as the delivered narcotic tends to fade away near the end of the 72 hours and Mary starts to feel pain again. Unfortunately, Mary can and does regurgitate without any warning. Sometimes its breakfast, sometimes lunch, rarely dinner and sometimes it more than once a day. Again, this appears to be related to the heavy duty narcotic she is taking.

My Vikings lost today. In my opinion, they kinda gave the win to New Orleans with the turnovers--it was a coulda, shoulda, woulda kind of game for the Vikings. If that is the way they play in the big game, then they weren't the best team. Now, before the Vikings franchise was awarded to the NFL, my favorite team was the Colts with Johnny Unitas. Well, Manning isn't Johnny, and Indianapolis isn't Baltimore but I am going to be rooting for the Colts in two weeks. I really didn't like the late hits the Aints were delivering to Brett Farve. Ok, enough football.