Today's a 5.
My friend Frank suggested a daily number as an indication of how I'm doing each day, perhaps just tacked onto a longer post as some indication that cuts through all the trivia or verbal obfuscation or occcasional sarcasasm. Today, let's say 5, on a scale from 1 as worst to 10 as best. (We have to be careful not to confuse this with the pain scale, a very important indicator, wihch is reversed with 10 meaning something "you can't go" or "you want to die" and 1 meaning "no pain." Nothing tongue-in-cheek about that, the pain scale, since it's become a daily and necessary part of how to cope with this.)
Two days ago, like day-one post-chemo of the last week seemed so good. So on the Franky scale I'm going to give Wednesday a basically really good, a 9 in comparison with all the recent days. Now yesterday was middling from around a 4 or 5 in the morning, up a couple of points later in the day, then back to a 4 in the evening. During my run, however, I didn’t feel much if any pain. These numbers. Part of me feels like I’m the Daily Game you can play here in WA state -- "The Daily Game is a fun way to put a little extra money in your pocket every day, because you can win anything from $40 to $500 for a $1 play, or play for as little as 50¢." The lottery people wouldn't come chase me down would they? You pick any three or two numbers and if you get two of them in order you win x amount, all three you win y amount, depending on how many others guess correctly.
So Wednesday a 9, Thrusday a 6 with a couple of dips; the day before, chemo day, that’s harsher and rates only about a 3 purely for fatigue.
From now on we'll have the Franky Scale and the Pain Scale, though there's very little reason to introduce the latter daily.
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MR. JONE'S is the strongest person I know; also the brightest and most gentlest. I am also a fan of the "frarella." You both have beautiful minds ....
And to quote the infamous and prophetic CAPTAIN AND TENILLE: LOVE, LOVE WILL KEEP US TOGETHER --
THINK OF THIS BABE WHENEVER ..... : )
Having to define your emotions and pain on a scale from 1 to 10, when being only 38 years old, is life at its cruelest. Being one of the fortunate sisters of the great Mr. Jone's, I can only continue to watch and admire now, as he begins to tell you his story ... and remain utterly in awe of him.
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