Delaware Punch Is Gross

So, the blood work came back OK yesterday, and Dad was able to receive his second round of chemo. He's doing the last phase right now, which is the ten hour kidney flushing thing. He should be done by 4:00 a. m., at which point, both Nolie and Jerry will get to go home to Arlington. Yea! If all stays on track, his next chemo. round will be Friday January 19th.

Nolie also tells me that Jerry has had some breathing treatments, because he has been "exhaling forcefully." I'm not really sure what that means, but I like saying "exhaling forcefully." I guess the breathing treatments are meant to prevent or alleviate forceful exhalation, and it sounds as though forceful exhalation is undesirable.

Wayne is flying to Houston today so he can drive Mom and Dad back to Arlington Saturday morning, because Nolie can't drive--especially on the highway--in the "Big City." Nolie can, however, drive in the Big City to get to the outlet mall if there are no left hand turns involved. Yes, she did venture out to the outlet mall that the Cancer Friends at breakfast talked about. She was very excited because there is a Chico's at the outlet mall, and Chico's has the jeans she likes that are a size .5. This is funny, because it makes me think about the fake SNL commercial about the Mom Jeans, and also because it's another example of how women's sizes are arbitrarily assigned numbers, and are in no way related to any standardized unit of measure. Also, Chico's reminds me of El Chico, where Nolie, Jerry, and I often ate when I was younger, at Six Flags Mall. It was right across the mall from Wyatt's, and eating at El Chico was always fun.

During her outlet mall excursion, Nolie found a James Coney Island, where she used to get two hot dogs and a Delaware Punch for $.25. Now, one hot dog is $2.25. Delaware Punch is gross. I used to drink it as a kid because I thought I was supposed to like it, because Nolie likes it, but I do not like it. Delaware Punch is gross. Grapette is awesome, but I think my all time favorite is Jolt. Ask Kathleen about the time she was stuck in a car in Ireland with me for 7 days with Jolt Cola, cherry turnovers, and blue cheese. Oh yes, and mustard in a tube, which is actually a really handy idea. I don't know why we don't have mustard in a tube here in the States.

I'm not sure if Jerry will have his blood work next week done in Arlington, or Houston, but I'll keep everyone posted.