The week started off fairly well, but then things went medical again. Nausea reared it head again and diarrhea made life awful. Because I wasn't eating enough and had other issues, I had no energy. I was shaky, whiny, and even had a crying jag. Everyone says it is OK to be upset. But I don't think so, depressed and crying takes a lot of energy.
When I went in for my white cell shots they said I needed to be hydrated. So for three days when I went for my shot, they hooked me up to an IV. It did perk me up. They told me any time I wanted to hydrate to call and they would have me come in.
Mostly I feel weak and tired. In the past the further I got from Chemo day the better I felt. Not so much this time. Sometimes I sleep in the bed, other times I am in the recliner. It just happens to be where I can get comfortable.
Tonight we plan to have fun, keep your fingers crossed for me. We are going to a party. I have a gorgeous dress, pretty shoes, and a great head piece. I have little hair but this band of "diamonds" makes you forget the lack of hair.