3/15/09

Besides being an Iron Maiden song, and the day Julius Caesar was stabbed to death, the Ides of March is also the anniversary of quite a few musician's births:

Mike Love, Beach Boys

Dee Snyder, Twisted Sister

Phil Lesh, Grateful Dead

Bret Michaels, Poison

Mark Hoppus, Blink-182

and more....

And not unrelated, also the birthday of Jimmy Swaggart who, aside from the tiny problem with prostitutes, was also dead set against Christian rock and metal music. Again with those beautiful examples of synchronicity :-)

All in all, it's probably a good thing if we can all get past March 15th without anything bad happening. It was quite peaceful here at the McClellan homestead.

Mostly it was peaceful because I slept in very late. Okay, I had a teensy tinsy hangover. You may have noticed I didn't blog last night. We went to a friend's birthday party (happy 48th, Duke!). There was wine to be had. And cake. So I did partaketh in the bounty and got a bit tipsy. 

Anyway, the point was that since KD is not allowed alcohol because of his medication, he was a natural designated driver, and he got a nice quiet morning today without me rattling around the house at the crack of dawn cleaning and making a racket.

Quite a few friends at the party last night hadn't seen him in person without the infamous hair, so there was some rubbing of his head and some teasing. Everyone had suggestions on what to do to compensate for the hair. Nose rings, giant earrings, tattoos, etc etc. 

Maybe it was too quiet today, because I wandered out to the kitchen at one point to find him cleaning the fridge. No really! I'm not joking. He took everything out of it (not much in there actually) and had the thing all sparkly and white and clean. I think it was a hint that I needed to go shopping and fill it up again :-)

Tuesday is the next clinic day where he'll get labs drawn, a Vincrisitne drip, and a shot of L-Asparaginase. Woo-hoo and a load of fun! He's just starting to appreciate the bald head with the weather warming up. On the days it hits in the 90's, he splashes some cold waster on his scalp and it cools him off instantly. The upcoming chemo might slow it down, but his hair has been valiantly trying to grow in a little. Well, the fuzzy bristle is a little longer that it was the day he got out of the hospital.

Feel free to drop him an email, or give him a call. Or track him down on Facebook or MySpace. I think he's got a little cabin fever. :-)