I never thought I'd ever be saying this in November, but the high temperature this past Sunday was pushing 78 degrees.
Since moving into my long johns a week ago today, I have been way hotter than I really wanted to be for most of last week and I am really looking forward to getting back to some weather that better fits my clothes.
It's Monday afternoon and because some health issues put a rapid halt to getting a column out on Sunday and, at this writing, there is no guarantee that I'll have a column finished in time for the newspaper's absolute deadline. The thermometer on our front porch is showing 85 and I'm thinking that can't be right.
On the other hand, our air conditioner is going full blast and 10 minutes, already wet with sweat, was all I could handle outside before dashing back indoors to cool off.
Of course the long johns contributed mightily to the rapid sweat because I don't have the energy to do much in the way of physical exertion. In any event, even though the WKYT weather report is still a couple of hours away, I feel certain that Chris Bailey is going to be gleefully reporting that we've just had some record-breaking high temperatures for Nov, 9.
In the meantime, I'm scheduled to have a hormone injection on Thursday that is supposed to boost my energy as well as enhance my prostate and daily bone cancer treatments. I can't recall ever looking forward to a doctor visit as much as I am this one.
The cancer treatment started out with the same hormone shot that was supposed to lessen the normal side effects of the chemo. After 90 days, coming up this week, I get another hormone shot and the cancer treatment side effects are supposed to be leveled off.
This next shot is supposed to give a bit more energy as opposed to dragging me down the way the last 90 days have gone. In the meantime I have read well over 100 articles written by oncologists at such places as Harvard and Yale Medical Schools, Mayo Clinic and a few dozen other places that ought to know what they are talking about.
I am cautiously optimistic that I will not be wanting a wheel chair for Christmas even though I have already put a lot of miles on two hurry canes. I keep one in the car just in case I forget to take my house cane with me when we go out.
Over the last 10 years, I have spent a lot of time worrying about Parkinson's Disease and actually making light about the ways it has affected me.
I accepted, early on, that "Mr. P" was incurable and that "one day at a time" was the best way to cope with him. The long term physical and neurological deterioration of Parkinson's have accumulated so slowly that I have to look back for six to 12 months at a time to tell the difference between stuff I could do then compared to what I can do now.
This bout with cancer started last October and the downhill slide has been like a bobsled ride where the longer I stay on the sleigh, the steeper the hill gets and the faster the thing keeps going. It has literally been months since I've even thought about Mr. Parkinson.
And while I certainly don't recommend it, I can almost guarantee that if you have been overly concerned about politics, get cancer.
That will take your mind off who did or didn't win the election.