I haven't left the house since I got home Saturday night - well. maybe just out on the porch. I had planned to meet Mary at the Murray Art Guild on Monday morning and ride with her to the LAFA meeting, but decided against it due to the weather forcast. Sunday the temperature got to about 57 and then in the evening suddenly dropped 30 degrees; it hasn't gotten above freezing since then. During the night there was sleet which is making the ground look white.
Tuesday morning, the Cancer Group called to say that they were not opening the Mayfield office, which is where I was supposed to go for my first dose of Velcade. They wondered if I wanted to get it in Paducah instead. I said that I didn't plan to leave my house, so they rescheduled me for December 30. I figure delaying the medication is not likely to kill me any time soon, but an auto accident because of icy roads might. I don't think I'm afraid to die, but I don't want to do it for a few more years.
I've spent the last three days mainly sitting with my feet up, knitting. A friend and my son both told me that I'm lucky that someting I enjoy doing is exactly what I need to do now with the fractured ankle. I take short 'work breaks' every couple of hours to vacuum a room or put in a load of laundry or such, but mostly I'm knitting.