As I posted in the two previous posts, lots of tests, trouble on the home front, and I did not handle things well. I really thought after crappy Wednesday, I could carry on as the brave strong woman I am. Nope, did not happen.
Tuesday as usual I had chemo. No big problems Tuesday or Wednesday. Thursday I was nauseated, but not bad enough to throw up. As my mother used to say, "I'm 5 minutes before vomiting." This week instead of diarrhea, I was constipated. So I was getting the cramping but no action. The nausea has continued up to this very minute. The pills take the edge off, but the nausea never really goes away.
I have had no energy all week. I just sit in the recliner and watch idiot daytime TV. Or I sleep. Chemo brain will not let me read much more than the comics in the paper. Add to that I have eaten very little this week. Chemo nose and taste buds have kicked into overtime. Just about everything smells awful, and I sometimes gag looking at food shows. I know, I am a mess. I'll tell you just how bad I am, my go to food chocolate tastes wrong.
Friday friends came to take me to lunch. I chose Chinese, for some reason that always tastes good. Well, it wasn't bad, but it wasn't right. I just picked at my lunch and brought it home to Marty for his supper. At least my friends and I had a good visit.
The Blue Angels are in town for Fleet Week. They fly over the house at least once a day (they are using Oakland Airport for home base, which is less than 10 minutes away.) Marty and I wanted to go to one of the marinas and watch the real air show. Well, I did well to dress yesterday. No sitting on the shore and watching the show. I can't go today either.
I am tired, puny, and whiney. I don't feel bad, I just don't feel good. My get up and go has got up and gone.