Third Day: More of the Same

Rebecca here, tagging in. I swapped spaces with Mom at about 8:30 last night, and Dad and I spent a mellow evening flipping channels and playing video games on the Nintendo Switch I brought up with me.

Overcooked 2, for the curious.

I slept fine, but Dad told me in the morning that the decadron he's taking kept him up all night, which is a bummer. Despite the lack of sleep, he's in good spirits, still not feeling any effects of the meds yet. The strategy has been grazing - many little meals over the day rather than any attempts at eating a lot in one sitting. Whenever he's sitting down, he has a Boost in hand. 

Quick day at the IPOP, maybe 45 minutes of waiting for blood-work to come back. I only had time to knit three rows on the blanket I'm making before they booted us out saying that everything looked great.

We just sat around in the apartment before heading to family friends Sindee Ernst and Bob Brown's for an afternoon chatting on their back deck. She's currently sorting through piles of old correspondence and she unearthed multiple decades of letters from Dad and Mom, so I spent some time reading through Mom's end of the year holiday cards dating back to before I was born. 


Who except Hana Newcomb handwrites birth announcements?

Then off to Kaiser for a CT scan, took about 5 minutes, then we went to a local Hawaiian food joint and grabbed plate lunch to go. We ate in the communal space then went back to the apartment to watch playoffs hockey and write this blog. Hopefully tomorrow is just as chill.

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