At Tsuket-chan's

We had a Costco party, finally able to buy a range of things to share, from the spicy tuna sushi to the hi-rollers to the pizza salad and blue berry tart, it was nice. And I failed utterly on all those admonitiony things from the last post. Anyway, Tsuket-chan is one of my wife’s oldest friends and she invited us to her house for dinner. We brought the Costco, it was our idea and right now payment is up in the air as my wife refused to take her friend’s money only to find an ichi-man en bill slipped into her bag later (worth about 80 bucks now). See, Tsuket-chan has already given us a considerable amount of money for my cancer and all so of course my wife doesn’t want to take anymore. They’re good people and this is something I hope we can do, I don’t know, every month. A regular thing. You know, hang out with friends, eat way too much because you don’t want to leave anything remaining. No, that isn’t it. I ate too much because I couldn’t help myself. One more thing of spicy tuna, wait, that bit of sushi with the shrimp and the mayonnaise. My only stomach woe that I can attribute to obligation is eating and finishing the blueberry tart. It would look strange if I didn’t eat it when it was served to the family and bad if I didn’t finish it like her daughter. Childish. No, I couldn’t do that and as I again escaped relatively unscathed I’m glad I did it. Got to keep her friends happy, they mean so much.

Then I slept it off for about four hours while my wife did the cleaning and the feeding of the cats and dog. And then you know, it was time for bed. Well, I don’t apologize for getting my rest. That at least. Hopefully it will be enough to keep me healthy and help with that blood test tomorrow. Gold gold gold. Get that infection level down, destroy that abscess, if that’s even possible. Get me closer to taking that gut and cancer busting chemo...