Friday marks day +50 of my 100 days of isolation. Both the wife and and I are back at work which is helping the weeks fly by. At the last check up the damn doctor told my wife that my good numbers are because I am eating good so she continues to cook all my favorites. This week we had Short Rib Tacos AND short Rib raviolis in a mushroom cream sauce. The point, I am going to be fat forever. Not even the chemo diet can fight my wife’s cooking.

I am still trying to ramp up the exercises to counter act food but it’s a uphill battle. She also made Guinness Sundays after the short rib raviolis. Well it’s a good thing I am dead sexy fat and bald because I don’t see me losing weight stuck in the house with nothing but endless short ribs and fried chicken to eat. Go ahead click that play button below and enjoy 3 minutes of fun.

Stomach issues have obviously cleared all up so the only thing I am still working on is conditioning. Right now I am conditioned to sit on my ass for about eight to ten hours a day. This is less then ideal and I need to ramp up my training. Now that I am 50 days away from walking into breweries again I am properly motivated to exercise.

Speaking of the wife she went out two weeks ago and got me another guitar! I mean, we talked about watching the finances and not going crazy while I am recovering but she just can’t help herself. That woman seriously needs some impulse control classes. I let her out of my sight for two minutes and she is sneaking off to the guitar store.

What guitar you ask? Or we can pretend you did. A 1965 Gibson LG. This one just got out of the shop after getting it’s neck reset and new fretboard. It plays like it was made yesterday but sounds like it was made 55 years ago. Guitars are not like people they actually get better with age. Also I am selling TWO guitars for this one so the answer to your “how many guitars do you have now” question is both “one less then I did a couple weeks ago” and “shut your stupid mouth”. The wife has been through a lot and if buying guitars make her happy who am I to stand in her way.

I got to get my oil checked again on Monday. I expect to find everything is going well on that front. The main goal from here on out is not to get an infection that can land me in the hospital on antibiotic IV drips. Every time I go in to the hospital I got to put on the mask and gloves. I’m supposed to put them on when I “go in crowds” or to the store but so far I just avoid doing either. For some reason a bald 240lb man with surgical gloves and a mask is off putting to people shopping for produce at the local grocery store. I mean yeah I toss some fake blood on my shirt to spice up the outfit but running away yelling is just plain rude.

Chemo fun fact. My hair still isn’t really growing back yet just got some peach fuzz on my head and cheeks but my mustache and soul patch are really starting to make a comeback. This I am sure is going to delight the wife when I am sporting the ultimate hipster douchebag look in two to three weeks. Question is do I go with the classic Tom Selleck or do I get some wax and twirl it for some extra douche. Silly question got to go all in with the wax.

My wife has handled my cancer diagnosis like a champ. She has handled my stem cell treatment which means I can’t help with the shopping or cleaning at all like a champ. She has cooked, she has cleaned and dusted on turbo to make sure I don’t catch anything and still had time to go out an sate her desire for more guitars. I never doubted for a second she would handle all this without fail. This mustache/soulpatch combo though might just send her into a homicidal rage. She hates mustaches like most hate people who kick puppies. Seriously once this baby grows in I will have to sleep with one eye open cause she is going to be coming at me with blade to either shave it off or end me.

Leroy has not been a fan of me working in my office instead of hanging on the couch for hours.

If anyone wants more detailed information or to donate to research for Multiple Myeloma here is a link to the Multiple Myeloma Research Foundation. These are the people who are most likely to find a cure. Which means no more blueberry muffins on Tuesday, but also no more shots and drugs that make demon babies. The muffins are good, but not that good.