Ogar?

I can hear it now.... "Oh my gosh she didn't blog for 2 days!"

I'm listening to a conversation between Max and Kalee.
M: blah-blah-blah...Ogar
ok, so maybe I didn't hear the whole conversation...
K: Daaaaad, there's no such thing as an Ogar!
M: Yes there is. Have you seen your Grandpa?
What?

There is no nice way of saying it...Thursday and Friday I was flat out miserable. I was not nauseous but my stomach felt like someone socked me right under my sternum. My back was throbbing. Yesterday morning I woke in pain. Max made me coffee thinking I was just full of constipated... because everyone but Averi knows vicadin stops ya up. Until cancer, I have never taken anything stronger then Motrin. So my body is not only adjusting to the chemo meds but to all the meds I'm taking for the side effects of chemo. It went from my mouth to my shoulders and arms...to my back and stomach...I'm hoping it will just be my big toe today.

So about the swine flu. Go figure there would be a pandemic while I was going through chemo. I'm not a huge germ-a-phobe...ok, I lied...but I'm not one that wears gloves, masks or carries around Purell on my belt like Mr. Humberfloob on Cat in the Hat. Yesterday Max was on a mission to find one of the wall mount Purell dispensers and masks. Lowes and Wal-Mart were out so he decided to improvise.

He took one of these:

...and turned it into one of these. He told me they weren't out of rubber bands or coffee filters.

*notice the unfinished recessed lighting and white walls. With all this time off the kitchen might be completed one day. ;)