tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-55483782011-04-21T16:46:14.592-04:00cancergrrlThe adventures of a chick who is a cancer and has cancer.
froghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11012812119931787719noreply@blogger.comBlogger2471100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5548378.post-1115405446399419962005-05-06T14:31:00.000-04:002005-05-06T14:50:46.543-04:00I'm back again!I had a terrific time at Rutgers. It really is a great school and a fabulous program--everything I'm looking for. There is a real emphasis on learning the basics: mastering tools so that you can go on and develop your own style. HONESTY is the big word. Everything must be truthful and organic, and the instructors immediately jump on any false moves by either directors or froghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11012812119931787719noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5548378.post-1115139987272579422005-05-03T12:45:00.000-04:002005-05-03T13:06:27.273-04:00Big news in Frogville!I got a call from Rutgers University this week-end. They want me to come to campus for a second interview!! I'm flying to New Jersey tomorrow morning for a full day on campus. I'll be watching some classes plus talking to the head of the directing program. From 10-1, there is a movement class in acting drunk; from 12-1 are the BFA auditions (all the directing and froghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11012812119931787719noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5548378.post-1114721940473406372005-04-28T16:47:00.000-04:002005-04-28T16:59:00.473-04:00And the Swine lives on......Pig-face in the top three and Constantine loses to Pasty Boy? This is beyond What the Fuck?! Not that I was a fan of the arrogant little poseur, but he was certainly more interesting to watch than either Pig-face or Pasty. Watch--it'll come down to Bo and Pig-face in the finale!I saw the doctor today. Not very good news. The count shot way up to 953. She feels froghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11012812119931787719noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5548378.post-1114619277568474432005-04-27T12:14:00.000-04:002005-04-27T12:27:57.570-04:00I've discovered the best way to watch American Idol: tape it and watch it later! Fast forward through the commercials, fast forward through Pig-face's song (I hope Simon's prediction to pack his bags is right!)--it took only about 15 minutes to watch. I was so glad to finally hear the judges say that Constantine can't sing, that he's all attitude. Constantine is my niece Groovy Girl's froghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11012812119931787719noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5548378.post-1114453710012673652005-04-25T13:36:00.000-04:002005-04-25T14:28:30.016-04:00I'm back!!Little Froggie spent the past week in the hospital. What a nightmare. I went to the Emergency Room the Saturday before last because I was having acute abdominal pain. They figured I was either impacted or had a bowel obstruction. Because narcotics are very constipating (one of my contributing problems already), the only painkillers the doctor offered me were Tylenol or Motrin. I froghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11012812119931787719noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5548378.post-1113423139454578512005-04-13T15:58:00.000-04:002005-04-13T16:12:19.456-04:00I went on the first bike ride of the season Sunday!Here are some things I noticed:1. a dead rabbit.2. a dead rat that was as big as the rabbit.3. it only took one nice day for LaSalle park to fill up with garbage.4. people on bikes don't exist; cars and pedestrians will cross right in front of you without looking, then look at you like YOU'RE the asshole. I almost got hit by a car making a froghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11012812119931787719noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5548378.post-1112908366227746692005-04-07T16:45:00.000-04:002005-04-07T17:12:46.230-04:00American Idol Update:Well....what the fuck?First of all, I agree with Simon: Musicals should NEVER be a theme again! Not only do I generally hate them on principal, but none of these kids has the faintest idea of what any musical is about or how to sing a showtune--even though creepy Constantine claims to have toured in RENT. Which is fine. They just want to be pop stars; they don't need to froghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11012812119931787719noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5548378.post-1112294605154479962005-03-31T13:29:00.000-05:002005-03-31T13:43:25.156-05:00Adventures in Thalidomide Update:I finally got my drugs yesterday. They come in a blister pack with "Do Not Get Pregnant" written over each pill, and the same picture of the little smiling Thalidomide baby inside the package. I took the first dose last night before bed. After about an hour and a half of anxiously monitoring every ping in my body, I fell into the deepest sleep I've had in ages.froghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11012812119931787719noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5548378.post-1112117267712759942005-03-29T12:09:00.000-05:002005-03-29T12:27:47.713-05:00Adventures in Thalidomide Update:My doctor called yesterday morning and said, "I think we finally have everything set for you. Your prescription is ready, you just have to take a phone survey before you can fill it. Here's the number." I go out to the office, pick up the scrip, and call the number from my cell phone so I can go right to the pharmacy. It's one of those automated phone calls. froghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11012812119931787719noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5548378.post-1111944275740777332005-03-27T11:57:00.000-05:002005-03-27T12:24:35.743-05:00Adventures in Thalidomide Update:The doctor called me Thursday morning and said that my paperwork had come through, but that I had to watch a video and sign a form first. So, I drove out to the office, picked up the video and came home to watch it. It was one of the most horrifying ten minutes of my life, and most of it didn't apply to me. It focused on the birth defects caused by the drug--froghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11012812119931787719noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5548378.post-1111276599166128712005-03-19T18:43:00.000-05:002005-03-19T18:56:39.166-05:00Attention!Fun With Chemo Update has been suspended.In its place, we now bring you......Adventures in Thalidomide!The doctor called me on Thursday and said that the Thalidomide program is on-going, and they can get me on it! The office has to send in some paperwork, then I have to sign a consent form. Then I can get started! It's a 28 day prescription, my insurance should cover it, and I only froghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11012812119931787719noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5548378.post-1111083449169809812005-03-17T13:04:00.000-05:002005-03-17T13:17:29.173-05:00American Idol Update!I was watching the show Tuesday night and heard the announcement that Mario had dropped out due to "personal reasons"--which I already had the scoop on thanks to my savvy sister-in-law. Immediately, the phone rang. I picked it up knowing that it had to be Mrs. Elvis--no one else would dare to call me during AI!"Hello?""Oh my God, what do you think about this Mario business!froghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11012812119931787719noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5548378.post-1111019982480070472005-03-16T19:26:00.000-05:002005-03-16T19:39:42.483-05:00Since the MFA Directing programs are all so difficult to get into, I decided to look at some MA programs--basically continuation of the undergrad liberal arts approach to theatre. CalState Los Angeles has one that looks pretty interesting, with lots of room to design your own program. I called them yesterday to request information and an application. Had a great fun conversation with the womanfroghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11012812119931787719noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5548378.post-1110672823787892112005-03-12T19:03:00.000-05:002005-03-12T19:13:43.790-05:00My Christmas present from my extraordinary yoga teacher was a calendar of Aquarian Wisdom--daily quotes from Yogi Bhajan.This was today's quote:"In order to achieve your main desire, you need a directed thought form. That is commitment. It means you have to have an incorrigible, unchangeable, undefeatable undying will."That'll teach me to be a whiner. When I'm at my best, I really do feel the froghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11012812119931787719noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5548378.post-1110587875643558512005-03-11T19:06:00.000-05:002005-03-11T19:37:55.646-05:00Fun With Chemo Update, part 2I'm still playing hookey from chemo. I talked to the doctor yesterday and got the results of my CT Scan: looks pretty much the same, nothing new! Just the same couple enlarged lymph nodes, but they're no bigger and nothing new is showing up. What a relief! At least now I feel like I have some time to explore other options; there's nothing going on that requires froghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11012812119931787719noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5548378.post-1110125820717137462005-03-06T11:00:00.000-05:002005-03-06T11:17:00.716-05:00Last night the dude and I rented the movie SHAUN OF THE DEAD. After a rather traumatic week, I needed something stupid. It was pretty damn funny. How could you miss?--a movie about loser London pub crawlers trying to destroy an army of zombies! I admit it. I love zombies. They're probably my favorite monster. Think about it: 1. They can come back from the dead no matter what you do to froghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11012812119931787719noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5548378.post-1109991360975560652005-03-04T21:51:00.000-05:002005-03-04T21:56:00.976-05:00How could I forget?!American Idol Update:I missed Wed. night. Someone please tell me who got the axe!!The boys totally kicked ass over the girls this week. I still like Bo the best. Don't like the other "rocker" Constantine. He always has this pervy little half smile on his face. It is very cool that they have some "rockers" on the show this season, and this year's crop is much better than froghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11012812119931787719noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5548378.post-1109990970367243862005-03-04T21:31:00.000-05:002005-03-04T21:49:30.366-05:00Fun With Chemo Update:The CA125 is up again: 250. Not out of control, but steadily rising. As always, my oncologist is a step ahead of me. I went in intending to insist on a CT Scan to see what was up before making a decision on the next treatment. The doctor came into the exam room, and the first thing she says is, "Your last CT Scan was in August. I think we should send you for another froghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11012812119931787719noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5548378.post-1109340756239098362005-02-25T09:03:00.000-05:002005-02-25T09:12:36.240-05:00ooohhh.....BIIIIG DRAMA in Voice Acting class last night. The instructor had us direct each other doing some Public Service Announcements. One guy who fancies himself as big time, deliberately gave a student some direction that got her all emotional and she lost it a bit. This caused a big ruckus, because all the other egos in the room had to be part of the drama. The only calm amidst the froghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11012812119931787719noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5548378.post-1109264709467255462005-02-24T11:51:00.000-05:002005-02-24T12:05:09.470-05:00I feel sick. I think I've finally hit rock bottom.Does anyone know of a 12 Step program for American Idol addicts?I actually watched that show three nights in a row! Monday night was Boys Night. My top three: Bo, Anwar, and Mario. Then Tuesday night was Girls Night. My top three there: Nadia, Carrie, and Aloha. Then, of course I had to watch Wednesday night to see which four got eliminatedfroghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11012812119931787719noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5548378.post-1109207367672510652005-02-23T20:06:00.000-05:002005-02-23T20:09:27.673-05:00The haunting continues.I auditioned an actress for my show, looked over her resume, and guess what show she played the lead in at University? MACHINAL.Guess that means I should hire her!froghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11012812119931787719noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5548378.post-1109083544636176052005-02-22T09:26:00.000-05:002005-02-22T09:45:44.636-05:00Well, I'm done. I'm taking the last two grad school applications to the Post Office today: Rutger's and UC Davis. Both are still really competitive; there doesn't seem to be an MFA Directing program that isn't insanely competitive. There's no point in applying to programs in Nebraska or Wisconsin or such, because I don't want to live there. I also found out in my research that a lot of froghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11012812119931787719noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5548378.post-1108419524979865252005-02-14T16:58:00.001-05:002005-02-14T17:18:44.980-05:00Fun With Chemo Update:The CA125 continues to creep up. It's now at 224. It's not jumping up, so the chemo is still keeping it in line. The doctor doesn't feel that it's time to change treatments yet. She bases it on how I'm feeling and my pelvic exam as well. The exam is the same, and I'm doing fine--no pain, no new symptoms. I'm content to stay the course right now. I don't feel the need froghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11012812119931787719noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5548378.post-1107444741493984822005-02-03T10:30:00.000-05:002005-02-03T10:32:21.493-05:00This is getting ridiculous.....
I opened the latest issue of American Theatre, and there was an article on--you guessed it--MACHINAL.froghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11012812119931787719noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5548378.post-1107364661094210532005-02-02T11:28:00.000-05:002005-02-02T12:17:41.093-05:00I'm back from NYC! Man, I love that city--so much energy, so much to see and do.
First, the interview:
I guess it went well. I really feel like I did the best I could, so the only question is if my best is good enough. I missed a couple questions, but most of the time my answers were right on or at least an interesting point of view. The play I had chosen for my Directorial analysis was froghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11012812119931787719noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5548378.post-1106341215753865932005-01-21T15:33:00.000-05:002005-01-21T16:00:15.753-05:00Fun With Chemo Update:
The CA125 is up a little more: 204. The doctor said it's still in the area of where it was when I started this treatment, so things are still basically under control. She asked me if I wanted to continue with this treatment until it really shows that it's done (when the number jumps up) or if I wanted to think about something else, such as oral chemotherapy or a clinicalfroghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11012812119931787719noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5548378.post-1105978647622113762005-01-17T10:50:00.000-05:002005-01-17T11:17:27.623-05:00I got the news......
The e-mail from URTA arrived last night. I'm only scheduled for one interview--out of the three applications I put in. At first I was disappointed; then relieved that I can put all my energies into just one presentation; then so excited I wanted to throw up. I've got an interview with fucking UCLA!!! How could I be disappointed for even a second? I may have scored just froghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11012812119931787719noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5548378.post-1105720257262596782005-01-14T11:26:00.000-05:002005-01-14T11:30:57.263-05:00Fucking Blogger ate my post. I guess I should take that as a sign that whatever I was bitching about shouldn't go out into the world. I should try to send some positive energy out into the cosmos. It has that ripple effect--like dropping pebbles into a pond. So I guess I'll just say Sat Nam everyone! (Sat Nam is a yogic mantra/greeting that loosely means Truth is my Identity)froghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11012812119931787719noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5548378.post-1105719539822204892005-01-14T11:08:00.000-05:002005-01-14T11:18:59.823-05:00Yikes. That last post sounded bitter. Not really what I was feeling.
I just got an e-mail from URTA, and now I won't find out about my interviews until a week before I go to NYC--and there's a possibility that I could have an interview added while I'm there! The chick that's putting this stuff together seems to be one of those frazzled people who spend more time whining about how busy they arefroghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11012812119931787719noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5548378.post-1105547729323518902005-01-12T11:31:00.000-05:002005-01-12T11:35:29.323-05:00I've joined the ranks of magnetic car ribbon people. My doctor's office had teal ribbon magnets on sale to benefit the Buffalo ovarian cancer research org. The chemo nurse warned me to take the ribbon off when the car was parked, because people have been stealing them. My sister-in-law had her Support Our Troops ribbon stolen. Of course I've completely forgotten to ever take my magnet off. froghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11012812119931787719noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5548378.post-1105464199400097022005-01-11T13:02:00.000-05:002005-01-11T12:23:19.400-05:00I was on my way to yoga class, and I stopped in the local funky independent record store. There was a guy with a Channel 2 news microphone and a camera man wandering around the store. The microphone guy came up to me and asked me if I was a fan of the GooGoo Dolls. I had to say no, and he complained that no one in the store was. To my credit I didn't say, "Maybe because they suck...." Then, froghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11012812119931787719noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5548378.post-1105207761455233412005-01-08T13:52:00.000-05:002005-01-08T13:09:21.456-05:00In honor of The King's birthday, I'm going to dedicate this post to my awesome friends Mr. and Mrs. Elvis.
Elvis and I take the same Voice Acting class on Thursday nights, and since we live less than two minutes from each other he usually drives me to class. This past Thursday, he tried to call me to let me know he was on his way to pick me up for class, but couldn't get through. I was on the froghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11012812119931787719noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5548378.post-1104854791866677132005-01-04T10:55:00.000-05:002005-01-04T11:06:31.866-05:00I was at the acupuncturist yesterday, and we started talking about New Years and how messed up it can be. I was saying that it seems like I'm supposed to look back on the previous year and feel inadequate about all the things I didn't accomplish and then make phoney resolutions to do better--when the truth is I'M DOING THE BEST I CAN! After that came out of my mouth, I couldn't stop thinking froghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11012812119931787719noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5548378.post-1104455229414069512004-12-30T19:43:00.000-05:002004-12-30T20:07:09.413-05:00Fun With Chemo Update:
The lab didn't get my CA125 done in time. They only had 10 days to do it. Idiots. The CA125 determines both diagnosis and treatment decisions. Not too important. The doctor said I could wait until next week for treatment, or they could go ahead and treat me without the results. I figured I might as well do it. I was already there, and the doctor said it was a good froghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11012812119931787719noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5548378.post-1104070593928108612004-12-26T08:59:00.000-05:002004-12-26T09:16:33.930-05:00Merry Christmas!
Hope you all had a nice holiday. The dude and I went to my parents' for dinner. My uncle and Baby Bro were there. The Goobers will be visiting next week-end, so I hope I'm not too knocked out by the chemo on Thursday. What a way to start the New Year. I get to feel crappy without getting to have the fun!
We got a massive dumping of snow on Christmas Eve, so I couldn't make froghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11012812119931787719noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5548378.post-1103830546745900282004-12-23T14:30:00.000-05:002004-12-23T14:35:46.746-05:00Little Froggie's had a bit of a rough spell, and I intended to write a long, depressing, self-pitying post.
Don't worry......instead I'm going to write:
THE NICEST THING I'VE HEARD IN A WHILE:
I sent a Christmas card to my yoga teacher (whom I adore!) along with a short note thanking her for the wonderful classes and telling her how grateful I was that she was in my life. She sent me back a froghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11012812119931787719noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5548378.post-1103303818314050662004-12-17T13:02:00.000-05:002004-12-17T12:16:58.316-05:00More about my ass:
I aim for a daily practice in my yoga, but usually hit 4-5 days a week. Except during chemo fog, of course. Even the thought of pumping my navel is too much. I know I could at least sit quietly for a while and meditate, but I find meditation a real challenge unless I do the physical kriya first. I'm getting better at it. I've been working the idea of keeping that still, froghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11012812119931787719noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5548378.post-1103037019719825362004-12-14T09:59:00.000-05:002004-12-14T10:10:19.720-05:00My ass hurts.
The bone pain from the Nulasta shot hit yesterday morning. Whenever I get the bone pain, it's always deep in my hip joints. No position is really comfortable, because everything puts pressure on the hips. My first chemo drug, Taxol, was also notorious for causing joint pain. I would always get the pain, you guessed it, IN MY ASS. The hip bones are some of the largest bones in froghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11012812119931787719noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5548378.post-1102720334014174512004-12-10T17:49:00.000-05:002004-12-10T18:12:14.013-05:00Fun With Chemo Update, Part II
I had chemo yesterday, but my white count was still on the low side. Had to go back to the doctor's office this morning for a shot of Nulasta--the wonder drug to stimulate white cell production. So I get to look forward to several days of bone pain. It wasn't too bad the last time I got the shot. They want me to try to stay on the every three week schedule as froghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11012812119931787719noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5548378.post-1102098295692006222004-12-03T13:13:00.000-05:002004-12-03T13:24:55.693-05:00Some things that I will never get:
Jerry Springer
Friends (the TV show--not my terrific gang)
People who live to make other people miserable
Subset of above: snobby people who automatically treat clerks, servers, etc. like shit
Geography
Politics
Music Theory
Headstands (I don't think any amount of yoga will ever get me up into one, even though I can do an awesome shoulder stand!)
Electronics (Ifroghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11012812119931787719noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5548378.post-1102033361956925842004-12-02T19:08:00.000-05:002004-12-02T19:22:41.956-05:00Fun With Chemo Update:
I'm back-asswards. The CA125 went back up to 153, and my white blood cell count dropped down to an all-time low of 1.8. Too low to treat, so I got sent home. I have to get the white count re-tested next week, and try again for chemo next Thursday. The nurse said they will probably switch me to an every four week schedule instead--which is not something unusual. My froghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11012812119931787719noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5548378.post-1100269180400462362004-11-12T09:11:00.000-05:002004-11-12T09:19:40.400-05:00Fun With Chemo Update:
Can I get a big Yee Haa!! from everyone?!!! The CA125 dropped! After creeping steadily up for the last four treatments, it suddenly went down from 150 to 109--the lowest it's been in months! It has never done this on any other treatment--once it starts inching up, it's usually only a matter of time until it spikes and I have to change treatments once again. I was froghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11012812119931787719noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5548378.post-1100017471519765602004-11-09T11:18:00.000-05:002004-11-09T11:24:31.520-05:00Silly Coincidence #6328
I was driving to work on Sunday with NPR on the car radio. They were broadcasting some dopey current events quiz show called "Wait, wait, don't tell me." This was the first question I heard:
Q. This Japanese marketing icon, an image of a kitten created solely for merchandising, turns 30 today. What is it's name?
A. Hello Kitty, of course! I knew the answer right froghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11012812119931787719noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5548378.post-1099558206552153182004-11-04T03:46:00.000-05:002004-11-04T03:50:06.553-05:00I turned on the tv and Bush was saying something like,"I want to speak to the people who voted for my opponent. I need your support now...."
Fat chance.
Nearly half the country voted for your opponent because we DISAGREE WITH YOUR POLICIES! How about YOU take THAT into consideration and do something to EARN our support?
Fat chance.froghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11012812119931787719noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5548378.post-1099337008091578382004-11-01T14:01:00.000-05:002004-11-01T14:23:28.090-05:00Happy Halloween?
Last night I did a reading of a screenplay that was a hideous combination of homophobia, racism and mysogyny. People can be ugly sometimes--I'm not arguing with that--and they say and do nasty things. But there's a difference between something coming out of a character and the feeling that it's really what the playwright also thinks. That's where the ick factor comes in. froghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11012812119931787719noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5548378.post-1099094945090908692004-10-29T19:52:00.000-04:002004-10-29T20:09:05.090-04:00Oooooooooooommmmmmmmmmmm.........
Last night I went to a Lama Chopa, a Tibetan healing ceremony, with Mr. and Mrs. Elvis. It was incredibly cool. Nine Tibetan monks sat on the stage with their eyes half-closed and chanted and played intstruments. Some of the chanting was words, but a lot of it was simply sound vibrations--sort of a deep buzzing sound. The instruments were a large drum, froghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11012812119931787719noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5548378.post-1098895339745340162004-10-27T13:26:00.000-04:002004-10-27T12:42:19.746-04:00Whoo Hooo!!! I did it! I got out on the rollerblades for the first time. I did pretty good--all that yoga is good for balance and breathing. The apartment complex is arranged in a big circle, and there are sidewalks intersecting all through it, so I was able to keep making bigger and bigger circuits until I could go all the around the outside of the buildings. I wasn't the most graceful froghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11012812119931787719noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5548378.post-1098802573668237632004-10-26T10:37:00.000-04:002004-10-26T10:56:13.666-04:00Wow, what a beautiful day it is! I have to get outside for a while. Maybe I'll even give the rollerblades a try.....
The application for the URTA interviews went out on Thursday! I dragged my chemo-fogged body to the Post Office, and off it went. Oh--stupid Blogger randomly deleted my chemo update post. Nothing much to report anyway. SSDD. I'm getting my letters of recommendation togetherfroghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11012812119931787719noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5548378.post-1098549955970506802004-10-23T13:33:00.000-04:002004-10-23T12:45:55.970-04:00Word of the Day:
"Burberigmus": the technical term for those gurgling, squirting noises that your stomach makes.
I prefer the word that me and the dude use for it: Gorting. Named after the robot, Gort in the movie THE DAY THE EARTH STOOD STILL. Gorting has nothing to do with the movie, the word just sounds like stomach noises.
My favorite made-up word (with a little help from my college froghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11012812119931787719noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5548378.post-1098144057894454242004-10-18T19:41:00.000-04:002004-10-18T20:00:57.893-04:00Just Call Me "Conchita"
We did an audition for a video game in Voice-Over class. Naturally, most of the roles were for men. It was supposed to be a sort of urban, hip-hop, gang-fight thing. So, here are all these very white people sitting around reading lines like "Better watch out, homie!" It made me really squeamish. I wasn't too happy with the whole concept. Then, the only female role froghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11012812119931787719noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5548378.post-1097274697720105842004-10-08T18:24:00.000-04:002004-10-08T18:31:37.720-04:00You know that feeling you get when the flu finally breaks? That's how I feel when the chemo fog lifts. I get almost high from the contrast of feeling like dung on the bottom of my shoe to feeling almost human again. After sleeping all day yesterday, I went to my Voice-Over Acting class totally buzzing with energy. I guess I did pretty good, for only my second time in class. I read this copy froghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11012812119931787719noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5548378.post-1096997168367000222004-10-05T13:02:00.000-04:002004-10-05T13:26:08.366-04:00BAM!BAM!BAM!
I open my door.
"Security," says the big uniformed dude. "Did you go shopping today?"
Ohmygod. It's finally happened--the perfume and make-up obsession has finally gotten me in trouble with THE LAW. Either that or friends have designed an intervention--knowing that I'm lusting over the newest version of Poison from Christian Dior.
"Nnnno," I say. "I haven't left the house all froghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11012812119931787719noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5548378.post-1096814959557472922004-10-03T10:34:00.000-04:002004-10-03T10:49:19.556-04:00Chemo blows. Or, Friday Night Fun!
Friday was the dude's birthday, so he stopped over to visit. Unfortunately, all little Froggie could do was throw up. Constantly. Even after there was nothing left to come up. After about the eighth bout, I had the dude take me to the hospital. They pumped me full of Zofran. I threw up again. They gave me a big whonking shot of Compazine. I finally froghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11012812119931787719noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5548378.post-1096643552202203442004-10-01T10:48:00.000-04:002004-10-01T11:12:32.203-04:00My butt hurts.
It all started because the Little Red Bull had to go to the garage again. He's got a gas leak. Good thing I don't smoke! The garage couldn't get to him right away, so I took the bus to yoga class. It was a 15 minute hustle to the bus stop, and I got there just as my bus was pulling up. Now, you know my thing about smells.....Two stops later, this woman gets on the bus and sitsfroghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11012812119931787719noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5548378.post-1096073944760866712004-09-24T20:29:00.000-04:002004-09-24T20:59:04.760-04:00I went to my first class in Voice-Over Acting last night. It was pretty cool. The teacher is a great coach. She's been working in the business for 20 years, and she's got that wonderful generosity with her knowledge and talent, plus a real desire to raise the bar in the profession by giving actors the skills to do a better job in the booth. She placed me in the advanced class because of my froghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11012812119931787719noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5548378.post-1095818691906141682004-09-21T21:44:00.000-04:002004-09-21T22:04:51.906-04:00Funk Update:
I figured out the key to shopping at the Smelly People Co-op--Go early in the day. It's less crowded, and the body funk hasn't had as much time to steep. Also, those silly looking rock crystal deodorants really work! A friend suggested that next time I'm in the Co-op, I should pick one up and start saying very loudly "YOU KNOW, THESE THINGS REALLY WORK! EVEN IF YOU DON'T SHOWER froghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11012812119931787719noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5548378.post-1095628085814201672004-09-19T16:55:00.000-04:002004-09-19T17:08:05.816-04:00The other day I was driving out to acupuncture, and there was so much construction everywhere that I ended up trundling all the way out Main St.
This meant I had to pass through "The Village".....
I was stopped at the traffic light at Main and Union, when I noticed there was a police car behind me. The cop was motioning me to pull over, so I did. He came up to the window, and, to my surprise,froghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11012812119931787719noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5548378.post-1095101662700520202004-09-13T14:37:00.000-04:002004-09-13T14:54:22.700-04:00Auntie Frog: Scooter Diva!
Spent the day at my parents' yesterday. Big Bro, his Wonderful Wife and the Goobers were there visiting. Niece Groovy Girl was buzzing around the driveway on her bike, so I asked Nephew Z-Monster if I could ride his scooter. Soon Groovy Girl switched to riding her scooter and we both were bombing all around, giggling and shouting "Look out below" as we coasted down froghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11012812119931787719noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5548378.post-1095003458934963662004-09-12T11:11:00.000-04:002004-09-12T11:37:38.933-04:00Uh Oh.....
Looks like I'm going to have to direct a show.
There's this play that's been floating around in my head for a while. I picked it up and re-read it last night, and WHOOOOOOSSHHH!!!!!!--that bomb blast of creative adrenaline that I'm so addicted to. Images, sounds, music, insights crashing and swirling and coming faster than I can process. I finished the play, went to sleep, bounded froghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11012812119931787719noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5548378.post-1094916380330421702004-09-11T11:03:00.000-04:002004-09-11T11:26:20.330-04:00You know, I think The Clash could arguably be the best band ever. It's a good 35-40 minute drive out to the acupuncturist, most of which is either expressway or country road. Good cruisin' music is a requirement! Yesterday I popped in London Calling, and I can't imagine anything sounding better. Train in Vain has always been one of my all-time favorite songs, but the whole album is just too froghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11012812119931787719noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5548378.post-1094586302046841392004-09-07T15:36:00.000-04:002004-09-07T15:45:02.046-04:00Fun With Chemo Update
The CA125 went down a little--from 180 down to 135. Not a huge drop, but at least it's in the right direction. So, we're going to continue treatment with the Carboplatin.
My stomach is also doing better--I've been two days now with no pain meds. Hopefully the chemo won't screw things back up again.
I'm getting some hair back! Starting to look a bit like Einstein again.froghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11012812119931787719noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5548378.post-1094485535106803382004-09-06T11:15:00.000-04:002004-09-06T11:45:35.106-04:00Meditation With Elvis
Yesterday morning Elvis invited me over to share his meditation routine. I brought him some cool incense, and we talked philosophy for a while. Then I watched him go through his routine. We both did a chant to the medicine Buddha. It was cool. He's found something that's really working for him, and he's been practicing long enough that he wants to share it. It's a lot froghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11012812119931787719noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5548378.post-1094302845679651342004-09-04T08:58:00.000-04:002004-09-04T09:00:45.680-04:00I'm hipper than I thought...
Apparently Gwyneth Paltrow and a bunch of other stars swear that "cupping" works miracles for them. I guess I'm not the only one walking around with hickeys on my belly.froghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11012812119931787719noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5548378.post-1094215982239580372004-09-03T08:37:00.000-04:002004-09-03T08:53:02.240-04:00New fun at the acupuncturist yesterday. She says that my stomach problem is "rebellious chi". That shouldn't surprise anyone who knows me! Even my chi is punky. The normal movement of the chi is downward, and mine wants to go up, too--which causes the pain and constipation. The acupuncturists thinks it's a result of long term chemo. The stomach is one of the first organs to start showing froghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11012812119931787719noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5548378.post-1093996101106549382004-08-31T19:44:00.000-04:002004-08-31T19:48:21.106-04:00"The world it was
the old world yet,
And I was I
My things were wet."
A line from Lanford Wilson's play LUDLOW FAIR. One of the characters is quoting some poet.
I have no idea what it means, but I find myself thinking that line often. It's been stuck in my brain since I first read the play back in high school. I think I just like the tone and the rhythm of the words.froghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11012812119931787719noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5548378.post-1093831634583934412004-08-29T22:05:00.000-04:002004-08-29T22:07:14.583-04:00I dare anyone who reads my list to e-mail me your list! Have fun!froghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11012812119931787719noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5548378.post-1093792059603869992004-08-29T11:05:00.000-04:002004-08-29T11:07:39.603-04:00Everybody Else is doing it.....
100 Things You May or May Not Know (or care) About Me!
1. I once played Mowgli in The Jungle Book, and Mowgli means "frog", and the rest is history.
2. I have two younger brothers.
3. My favorite color is red.
4. I've never stolen anything.
5. I have a total weakness for expensive perfume. Opium is my all-time favorite with Chanel #5 a close second.
6. I froghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11012812119931787719noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5548378.post-1093742745774285252004-08-28T20:38:00.000-04:002004-08-28T21:25:45.773-04:00Last night I was watching the Nick and Jessica show on MTV. My only excuse is that I was stoned on narcotics (yeah, the stomach is still hurting like hell). Even stoned the show was just too surreal. All she does is pout and lay in the sun, and all he does is drink beer and play golf. In the one episode, she was whining because people were staring at her in a coffee shop. HELLO?! There's a froghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11012812119931787719noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5548378.post-1093543103673399762004-08-26T13:53:00.000-04:002004-08-26T13:58:23.673-04:00I did a video shoot for a women's shelter yesterday. There were about eight of us, and it was tight head shots of us saying things like "I was abused", "I lost my job", "I had no heat", etc. It was pretty fun, and it didn't matter that I have hardly any hair. They had me run through the series of lines about 4-5 times each. The delivery that they liked the best from me was "I was in prison".froghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11012812119931787719noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5548378.post-1093314286827486742004-08-23T22:20:00.000-04:002004-08-23T22:24:46.826-04:00Dork Moment of the Day:
I was driving back from acupuncture totally rocking out to.....Bon Jovi!
Head bopping? check
Drum solo on the steering wheel? check
Rock star grimaces? check
Off-key wailing with the windows down? check
Busted by car in the next lane? check
Did I care? NO!
WHO-OOH! WE'RE HALFWAY THE-ERE!
WHO-OOH! LIVIN' ON A PRAYER!!!!froghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11012812119931787719noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5548378.post-1093215803022654172004-08-22T18:57:00.000-04:002004-08-22T19:03:23.023-04:00On CMT today was a special about Elvis impersonators. One guy said that the number of Elvis impersonators was growing so rapidly that soon one in three people will be an Elvis impersonator.
Watching this program was me, Elvis and his wife.
AAAAAGGGHHHHH!!!!!!!IT'S TRUE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I'm so excited! I found a little patch of new hair growth right at the top of my forhead!
In other news, the froghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11012812119931787719noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5548378.post-1093045319790274132004-08-20T19:31:00.000-04:002004-08-20T19:41:59.790-04:00I saw the oncologist yesterday. Nothing new. She sent me for x-rays which, like the CT Scan and blood work from the hospital, showed NOTHING. So, we're going to try a new laxative regimen: Fun With Miralax! At least it's easy to take--a powder that you can mix with any liquid. And continue with the pain pills as needed. So far I've only taken them at night. That's when the pain really froghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11012812119931787719noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5548378.post-1092671384358843772004-08-16T11:47:00.000-04:002004-08-16T11:49:44.356-04:00Feeling better today--not nearly as much pain. I slept most of yesterday--no surprise! Took a Lortab and slept through the night. The pain always seems to get worse in the evening. I go to see my oncologist on Thursday to follow up with this crap. With any luck I won't have any problems by then. Thanks for all your good wishes!
I got my pictures back from the trip, and they BLOW. I am thefroghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11012812119931787719noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5548378.post-1092594127348138652004-08-15T13:54:00.000-04:002004-08-15T14:22:07.346-04:00Poor little froggie spent the night in the Emergency Room. The stomach ache I've had since Tuesday got way out of hand. Fortunately (and unfortunately) they couldn't find any cause. All my blood work and the CT Scan came back normal, so all they could do was figure by process of elimination that it was the cancer. The emergency doctor spoke to the doctor who was covering for my oncologist to froghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11012812119931787719noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5548378.post-1092495473227618042004-08-14T10:48:00.000-04:002004-08-14T10:57:53.226-04:00Feeling better. The stomach is settling down. I went to the acupuncturist yesterday and that really helped. She told me to drink ginger tea--steep three slices of ginger in a covered mug for at least 12 minutes. It helps the downward flow of chi. Tastes good, too!
Is there going to be any summer at all this year?!! I'm going to try to get out on the bike today.
Anyone want to come over froghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11012812119931787719noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5548378.post-1092321388806530752004-08-12T10:31:00.000-04:002004-08-12T10:36:28.806-04:00I was watching the Channel Guide last night, vainly searching for something other than Law & Order to watch (no luck!). I saw a movie on the Playboy Channel that starred Philmore Butts.
A woman named Sue McCrackin came into the store and left her card. I asked my boss, "How's her husband Phil?"
Blank look
"You know, Phil McCrackin......"
Bad high school joke for the day.froghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11012812119931787719noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5548378.post-1092162259003149732004-08-10T13:51:00.000-04:002004-08-10T14:24:19.003-04:00What would my life be like without a
FUN WITH CHEMO UPDATE!
I went to see yet another oncologist for yet another opinion last Friday. She was very good--gave me lots of information and non-chemo options. Most of which, unfortunately, my insurance won't cover. It seems you have to be rich in order to get the best and latest cancer care. She also gave me a whole book of the latest clinical froghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11012812119931787719noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5548378.post-1092061781794072582004-08-09T10:13:00.000-04:002004-08-09T10:29:41.793-04:00Here's a story from my trip (finally!)
People in Maine love puns. Everywhere we went down the coast, there were puns on the word "Maine". We started collecting them:
"Maine-ly Maine"--a souvenir shop, naturally. The "Maine-ly" pun was used everywhere: "Maine-ly" whatever shit the store was selling. Usually overpriced pseudo-nautical crap for tourists.
"Maine Street"
"The Maine Attraction"--afroghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11012812119931787719noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5548378.post-1091727734661762222004-08-05T13:23:00.000-04:002004-08-05T13:42:14.663-04:00I'm back! Totally reluctantly. Class was great, the drive back was awesome.
This is what I come back to:
Fun With Chemo Update!
I get to the doctor's office, and I'm sent right back to the chemo room. The nurse tells me that the lab screwed up my bloodwork. They lost the tube for the blood cell count, and the CA125 wouldn't be ready until the afternoon. There's no way they can know how to froghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11012812119931787719noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5548378.post-1090691969299280202004-07-24T13:55:00.000-04:002004-07-24T13:59:29.300-04:00I'm off to see the Wizard!
The Directing Wizard, that is. He really is a brilliant teacher. The dude and I leave at an ungodly hour of the morning to get me to the Toronto airport. I'll be back on August 4 with lots of stories to tell! And a Fun With Chemo Update on the 5th! (yuck).
Bye!froghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11012812119931787719noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5548378.post-1090611000630949902004-07-23T15:19:00.000-04:002004-07-23T15:30:00.630-04:00Fun With Needles!
I went to the acupuncture doctor today, and she remarked how much better I looked--even my skin tone was better. I'm feeling more like myself again--finally bounced! I told her about my experience with the yoga instructor and identifying the fear issue. She said that the last time I was in, she gave my kidneys extra stimulation. In oriental medicine, each organ is associatedfroghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11012812119931787719noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5548378.post-1090525219677368812004-07-22T15:23:00.000-04:002004-07-22T15:40:19.676-04:00Random Oddness:
1. Yesterday at the store, a woman came in who was a regular at the store where I used to work. We called this woman "Dame Edna" because she looks just like the drag performer who does Dame Edna Everidge. She must be at least 6'4" and wears her hair big and blonde in a bouffant with a flip on one side--very Ann Landers. She was wearing a denim mini skirt, which was very scaryfroghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11012812119931787719noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5548378.post-1090260995659267982004-07-19T14:04:00.000-04:002004-07-19T14:16:35.660-04:00Just got back from the appointment with my yoga instructor. She did a healing process on me called Sat Nam Rasayan. I lay there and relax, and she goes into a deep meditation and gets a read on what's up with my chakras. We had planned to work on depression, but after she did the Sat Nam Rasayan, she discovered that the root of the problem is FEAR. My fear of getting sicker and fear of dying froghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11012812119931787719noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5548378.post-1090021732031513222004-07-16T19:30:00.000-04:002004-07-16T19:48:52.030-04:00Farewell to "Dottie"
I did it. I finally got rid of the infamous "Dottie Suit". Right after I graduated from college, my parents convinced me that I needed to own a business suit. Job interviews and all. No matter that the kinds of jobs I would be going after would never require a suit...Anyway, I went to some conservative suit store and picked out a subtle pink/blue/grey houndstooth check froghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11012812119931787719noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5548378.post-1089758186198429042004-07-13T18:16:00.000-04:002004-07-13T18:36:26.200-04:00Done.
I spoke to Ohio University today, and I can defer my acceptance until next year. Depressing, but the right decision. In addition to the health and family issues, the program at Ohio is going through some changes. The guy I spoke to in the interview has resigned and will not be there in the fall. They do have an instructor lined up for the fall, then there will be a national search for afroghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11012812119931787719noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5548378.post-1089474509361961092004-07-10T11:20:00.000-04:002004-07-10T11:48:29.360-04:00Fun With Chemo Update
The CA125 jumped from 53 to 80. Aaarghh. The doctor wants to keep me on the same treatment until it gets to over 100--which is where it was when I started on the Taxotere. She wants to get the most possible time out of the treatment. This makes me a little nervous, because it feels like I may be running out of options. I know that this isn't true, but I seem to be goingfroghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11012812119931787719noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5548378.post-1089051445452346382004-07-05T13:51:00.000-04:002004-07-05T14:17:25.453-04:00Yikes...been a while since I've put anything up here. I've just been going back and forth about Ohio University. Some days I think, "Yeah, I can do this!" The next day it's, "No way. What was I thinking?"
Okay, here are the things I've discovered, thought about:
Pro
It's a fucking great opportunity--an excellent program that only takes two people per year and has a really high percentage of froghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11012812119931787719noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5548378.post-1088206154623551122004-06-25T19:18:00.000-04:002004-06-25T19:29:14.623-04:00News!
The dude and I took a day trip to Toronto yesterday. It was great--I haven't been in a long time! I picked up some scripts at TheatreBooks for my class in July, we wandered around, and had an incredible dinner at this Thai restaurant he discovered. It's called Young Thailand, and I had a hot and sour soup that was so good it was almost medicinal. Almost as good as the hot and sour at froghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11012812119931787719noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5548378.post-1088089053650302012004-06-24T10:43:00.000-04:002004-06-24T10:57:33.650-04:00Holistic Hell
One of my homework assignments from the acupuncture doctor was to make this stuff called Kan-ji (no idea of spelling!) and eat it for breakfast. Basically, you throw rice into a crock pot and cook it until it's mush. She gave me some red Chinese dates to add to it. Being a total dope in the kitchen, I had to go out and get a slow cooker because I knew if I tried to do it in a potfroghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11012812119931787719noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5548378.post-1087849153421911462004-06-21T16:07:00.000-04:002004-06-21T16:19:13.420-04:00Old punks never die....
I was driving out to the acupuncture doctor this afternoon, listening to the radio. You would think I would be listening to something soothing, vaguely oriental to prepare. But no. I had on my favorite Toronto alternative station, and what comes on: Nine Inch Nails! So I'm cruising through this very white, very affluent suburb in my beat up old red car with the froghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11012812119931787719noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5548378.post-1087658181578989562004-06-19T11:05:00.000-04:002004-06-19T11:16:21.580-04:00Happy Anniversary?
Today is the two year anniversary of my cancer diagnosis. Two years ago today I was in the hospital getting my insides ripped out. I've been on various chemos ever since. Two years of this crap. How did I do it? I know that we're supposed to celebrate these anniversaries, count how many years we've survived. But, I kind of have mixed feelings about that. Sure I'm glad tofroghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11012812119931787719noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5548378.post-1087572983996261292004-06-18T11:24:00.000-04:002004-06-18T11:36:23.996-04:00A friend an I were talking about my low-techness. I finally own my first microwave (a gift from my wonderful bosses). But, the only thing I use it for is heating up veggie burgers--I hate frying. She tried to tell me all the other things I could use it for, including making tea. I realized that making tea for me is actually a ritual--something that throwing a cup and a bag in the nuker just froghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11012812119931787719noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5548378.post-1087512426092844942004-06-17T18:33:00.000-04:002004-06-17T18:47:06.093-04:00Fun With Chemo Update
Shit. The count is still creeping up. It's up to 53 now. The doctor said that it's still lower than it was on the other drug, so she wants to keep me on the Taxotere, but she doesn't know how much more mileage I'll get out of it. Once the count starts inching up, it's usually only a matter of time until it spikes and I have to change treatments again. She said she was froghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11012812119931787719noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5548378.post-1087355849480033292004-06-15T23:06:00.000-04:002004-06-15T23:17:29.480-04:00So you think running a theatre company is glamorous......
This is how I spent my day off.
1. Went to the acupuncturist. Very pleasant--I actually fell asleep.
2. Went to the theatre.
>Washed two loads of dirty costumes. My own laundry is still strewn all over the apartment in various stages: dirty, washed but not folded, folded but not put away. This ends up being my job because I can't froghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11012812119931787719noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5548378.post-1086970567848493112004-06-11T12:09:00.000-04:002004-06-11T12:16:07.846-04:00Frog of Green Gables
Everything is set for my trip to Prince Edward Island (home of Anne of Green Gables) in July! Just booked my flight this morning. The dude is driving up, and then we'll drive back together through Nova Scotia and along the coast of Maine. Should be really gorgeous. I've never been--another new adventure! I talked to the instructor yesterday and got the scoop on what froghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11012812119931787719noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5548378.post-1086720619824951312004-06-08T14:25:00.000-04:002004-06-08T14:50:19.823-04:00Went to the Arties last night. Blahblahblah. My dude won the award for Outstanding Actor in a Play! Yay for him! I presented the award for Outstanding Actress in a Play. Guess that's their way of saying, "Here's as close as you'll ever get!"
I had my phone interview with the head of the Directing Program at Ohio University this morning. It went really well. We seemed to be on the same froghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11012812119931787719noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5548378.post-1086394375632672312004-06-04T19:53:00.000-04:002004-06-04T20:12:55.633-04:00Whew...
ELECTRA opened last night, and it went very well. People were really complimentary. Review should be out Tuesday. I forget where I heard this line: "Art is never finished. You just hit deadlines." 'Nuff said.
Quite the morning yesterday! I got an e-mail saying I'm in the Directing class on Prince Edward Island! Cancergrrl is off on another adventure! I'll be spending a week in froghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11012812119931787719noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5548378.post-1086228617352501922004-06-02T21:48:00.000-04:002004-06-02T22:10:17.353-04:00Another opening, another show
ELECTRA opens tomorrow night. Things finally came together. We had a few people in tonight for a preview, and they seemed to like it. I'm having the usual last minute "director jitters". They're different from actor nerves. For one thing, you can't let anyone know about them--least of all your cast! And another thing, you feel nervous for the entire cast--not froghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11012812119931787719noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5548378.post-1085935155377927362004-05-30T12:26:00.000-04:002004-05-30T12:39:15.376-04:00It's that time of year again: the end of the theatre season and the annual "Artie" awards. I don't know why I let it get to me every year. I'm never even considered for a nomination. Even though I know that it's all decided on petty politics and has nothing to do with merit, I still let it make me feel small and insignificant. I've been working in this fucking puddle of a theatre community froghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11012812119931787719noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5548378.post-1085773952957736092004-05-28T15:40:00.000-04:002004-05-29T11:00:14.816-04:00Fun With Chemo Update
Yes, folks, it's that time again! Well, the CA125 went up a bit, from 33-43. The doctor said that was basically the same, and that it was such a marked improvement from where I was that she was fine with it. No surprise, since it is affected by stress.
The show opens next Thursday, so that will mean I can get back to taking better care and getting enough rest. I thinkfroghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11012812119931787719noreply@blogger.com