In other news, I am no longer afraid that he will die from eating a salad plate-sized hole in one of my sweaters the other day while Cack and Blick were here. I believe that today he pooped out the last of it. Sheesh. Then he begged me to chase him around the house. Then he was happy.
It's a quiet day here at the manse. I've been doing some genealogy and laundry and I might decide to have some fun repairing that sweater hole. I feel like creating something other than food (although I like that too).
The update on mrguy is that he's spoken with his oncologist and neurologist. The news is basically positive. He's in remission and the doctor is going to halt chemo until we know what's going on. The doctor suggested that we go to Hawaii in the interim, because they need tourists right now. So basically we went from mrguy is going to die of a stroke to 'okole maluna. The neurologist says he did not have a stroke, but we want an MRI. He only had Herceptin when he was infused on Tues. He's still feeling the effects, so he's trying to stay awake and lively until baseball time later in the day.
Genealogy is going well. I am deep into the O'Neil family of Navan. I'm figuring out their scenario, but I'm still unsure of whether Mathew O'Neil is my great great grandfather. Many signs point to yes:
- My great grandmother was an O'Neil
- Last place in Ireland was in Navan
- A Matthew / Mathew O'Neil was the godparent of one of the children in my family
- Oldest / one of oldest children is named Mathew
- Family story is that the O'Neils were millers. M. O'Neil of Navan was a dealer of corn and oats
- Bridget was insane and her intake docs say that her father was also
- Mathew was in Mullingar Asylum for a while. They let him out. Shortly afterward he drowned himself in a barrel of his own making