|Kenny and Tracy Larsen delivering our dinner|
Waaaaaaaaah. I've been told I have one hour to complain, so here goes.
I don't feel real well. My stomach hurts and I have a HORRIBLE taste in my mouth. Eating helps, but as soon as I swallow the food, I'm right back to square one. Peppermint Trident works for a little while but doesn't get rid of it completely.
My legs are achy and my nose is so dry it's driving me crazy. Jeff is forcing me to watch "Dual Survival" for the ten millionth time and I am annoyed. Thank goodness the snow is melting and I got out of the house today otherwise I wouldn't be able to guarantee the safety of my lovely family.
I would like to go on vacation...somewhere warm would be nice. I'm thinking I have a window of opportunity between my last round of chemo and when I start radiation four weeks later, so I may try to make a break for it (if they'll let me). This time of years is always tough for me given our climate, but it's even worse now with this chemo nonsense.
Ho hum...just one of those days. Lest you think I don't know how lucky I am, I do. So many have it SO much worse and handle it with such grace, who am I to complain? I struggle with that myself, but IT IS WHAT IT IS. This sucks for any one going through it. It sucks just not feeling like yourself, whether it's cancer or a cold. I know I'll feel better in a couple of days, but I'm starting to struggle with the idea that I'll have to do it all over again in a couple of weeks. I can see how people get really down in the dumps over what a daunting task it is and I have so much empathy for them. FYI, it's not always an issue of "attitude" and "getting over it". I believe there is a real physiological component involved with your body fighting not only a disease, but fighting the medications that are supposed to make you better. It's almost impossible to know if what you're feeling is a reaction to the meds or the illness itself. You live constantly on the edge of being depressed, frustrated, overwhelmed, sad, irritable, annoyed...you get where I'm going with this. Such a pain in the butt!
Sooooooooooo....that is my rant for the moment. Now Jeff has switched from "Dual Survival" to MMA fighting. Oh brother. I suppose I could pull the cancer card and switch to "Project Runway" or "Dance Moms". I'm thinking he'd last less than one minute with either of those shows, so maybe I'll just take some drugs, read my book, and go to bed. Aaaaahhh...everything is always better in the morning.