Saturday, November, 22, 2014
Run/ Walk/ Bike/ Elliptical (Today: 0.00 miles; Running Total: 53.55 miles)
Day 134 of *Another* 100 Days of Good Karma.
[Preemptive apology: The mental fogginess after chemo makes it so hard to think. I’ll think of something I need to do or say and it slips away as soon as I’ve had the thought. As a result this post is really, really hard to write, so please forgive any oversharing, grammar hiccups, or leaps in logic.]
It was a day of fatigue and feeling like crap. I sat around all day in my pajamas and wrapped up in a bathrobe.
The nausea was in full force. I made sure to stay on top of my anti-nausea medicine because as soon as it wore off I felt like I was going to throw up.
The inside of my mouth is starting to feel like Chernobyl again. I can see sores forming on the edge of my tongue. I keep rinsing my mouth with baking soda and water like the doctor recommended. Maybe it’ll keep the sores from spreading this time.
There were times when I could have eaten the hide off of a cow. This was undermined by the smell of food. I went from ravenous to regretful as soon as I ate and I had to leave the kitchen because of the food smells.
I took stool softeners because the anti-nausea medicine locks me up tighter than Fort Knox. The timing sucked because they decided to kick in at bedtime. So I was up all night running to the bathroom.
Then there’s the weird middle of the night hunger. And I mean starving. I’ve never been one to eat in the middle of the night but I can’t sleep if I’m hungry either, so now I keep crackers by the bed for when I wake up.
Today’s silver lining: I’m beginning to see a light at the end of this tunnel. Only two chemo treatments left.
What’s your silver lining today? I love comments!
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