What's that old saying again? Man plans, and God laughs?
I must have told one ZINGER of a gag, cos God is really pissing him/herself. I guess I'm not that horrible a comedian after all if I can make God laugh this hard.
I even found a review of my gag:
"Every God around me was laughing but me." 2 stars - Herald Sun.
I guess God found it hilarious cos I'm pretty much out for the count by about 3pm, even though it's only the end of week one of radiation.
Getting up early is no problem - I'm firing on all cylinders in the mornings, which is great, cos all my radio appointments out in the new Sunshine Peter Mac facility are around 9am. Then by about midday, I begin my slow descent into utter exhaustion, and if I'm not in my pyjamas by 5pm, then it must be because a special person is having a special surprise 40th birthday party that there was no way I would miss, cos pyjamas at 5 is fast becoming my ritual. I even missed my clown rehearsals (which I LOVE) this week cos I just couldn't do it.
So now I have to rethink things. I am in a play coming up (you should all book tickets to Death of a Salesman - The Sitcom btw) and I am looking forward to it. But I will need to redesign my schedule, cos I wasn't planning on being tired until week 4 - this was based on the doc's advice. However now I plan to sleep during the day so that I can be firing in the evenings as Linda Loman. The SHOW MUST GO ON!!!! Plus I really am having a good time doing this play with its excellent cast and crew, so not only do I refuse to let everyone down, but I refuse to "let it go" for my own mental health. Plus it's entirely possible that I am just too stubborn. I can just not do anything else except for radiation treatments and the play, that's all. Pretty sure I can do that!
(Apart from the fact that I am still mid renovation - WHY HAS NO ONE CALLED DOMESTIC BLITZ TO FINISH THE JOB FOR ME ALREADY???? Jeez! DO I have to do EVERYTHING myself????)
Anyway, the only other really big responsibility I have is walking the Labrador. No problem!! Anyone can walk the Labrador and many have offered - in fact it's the thing most people have offered to do to help me out. It's certainly the most fun chore, cos it's spring, and when he does his nutty off-lead circle runs it's hilarious.
Slight little niggly issue though, is that my silly codependent Labrador now appears to be refusing to go on walks without me.
His separation anxiety got worse after the hyper-stimulated ovary syndrome when he could sense I was NQR.
But the Labrador loves my dad. Loves him. And my mum. He loves her. And he loves Spencer, my little dog-nephew (dogphew), and my sister. If I wasn't around, he'd willingly go walking with any of them on their own. So today, Father's Day, all four of those magnetic love forces went together to take Tyson for a walk, and I stayed back cos quite frankly, I was shattered.
And here's how unwilling he is to leave me: Mum, Dad, Emma, and Spencer were all doing an activity he loves, walking, and having all four of them there should be a force great enough to break past the separation anxiety. So they all left together.
Not 3 bloody minutes after leaving the house, Dad crashes through the gate again, the Labrador champing at the bit to get back to me. He refused to walk without me. Absolutely refused.
I'd be lying if I said that his refusal to walk without me due to his undying affection and loyalty didn't make me just a little bit proud, but it's a problem. Cos I kind of don't have the energy to walk him right now. And he NEEDS to get out. He's a dog and he needs daily walks, even if only to enjoy the aroma of a thousand other dogs' wee on a pole. He needs to enjoy that aroma every single day. It's cruel to not let him do that. But he refuses to walk with anyone else. So I don't know what to do.
The only solution I can come up with is to rent a Segway and tie him to it as we buzz around the park. But I still need to be awake for that. I guess someone could tie a sausage to a fishing pole and hold it in front of them as they walked - that could work too. But for now I am too exhausted to try to think of a solution. So I'm just gonna lay my head back on my most adorable and overly loyal "son" and hope that a solution comes to me in my dreams.
Feel free to post solutions to this problem. I'll gladly read them all!
In the meantime, when it comes to the physical walking of dogs, I have to quote Madeline Kahn, when she says, "Let's face it. Everything below the waist is kaput!" Cos I'm so tired.