Dog name

I just had the weird, random, thought that my next dog would be named Loki.

This is weird for a couple of reasons.

1. I never, ever, pre-name animals. I have spent days, looking at an animal waiting for the right name to come to me. Though, I have joked that I should name a dog, Sun. Just to here my husband say, come here "sun". The last few dogs:

Majik, a black lab mix, was named by my son, when he vetoed my choice of Warlock.

Jazz, a German Shepherd/Husky mix, was named when my husband called his bother, Heinz 57, and I replied, and all that Jazz.

I had a perfectly named cat. It took me a week, as I stared at that cat and I could feel the name, as they say, on the tip of my tongue--Chaos.

2. I have no plans to get a dog.

Got to do

So, after my shower this morning, I was feeling pretty tired. But I had planned a shopping trip. So, off I went. I spent about an hour shopping. I stopped, inside the store, and helped a man that was having a time getting out of a wheelchair. I explained that I was a nurse, and asked if I could help. He told me he'd had his knee replaced 3 weeks ago. We talked for a bit. My husband had his knee replaced and has done very well with it. I think we both felt better for the experience. 

I drove home feeling much better than I had. I opened the moon roof and let the cool air and sunshine refresh me. I have to remember that sometimes I need to DO.

99%

I am 99% white.
I am 99% straight.
I am 99% atheist.
I am 99% uncertain of my future.

A new ribbon

I have a new ribbon to add to the collection. I am none too happy about it, but have been telling myself, it could be worse. It can almost always be worse. But it is hard to be told that you have a life long, potentially debilitating, disease. I found out yesterday and started treatment today. Fortunately, that has gone smoothly. The treatment is scary. Not treating isn't an option. I haven't decided yet to tell, I am usually pretty open, but I am afraid this will carry some stigma. I don't want to be treated like I am fragile. I am not, yet. I just saw a meme that says, Good news, it isn't cancer. Bad news, you'll have to take chemo the rest of your life. Fun, huh? The doctor explained that cancer gets it by the bucketful, I only have to take a thimbleful. Every week. Forever. Just a thimbleful of poison. No big deal, right? And because I will be taking poison, I get another pill for side effects, so maybe my mouth won't erupt in sores, or my hair won't fall out, or I won't throw up. You know, all those chemo side effects. No, I am not dealing with this very well. I don't even have the option of, maybe I'll get better. I guess, I should be grateful there is treatment. That maybe, I get to keep doing the things I enjoy.