Note: Some of the facts in this blog have been changed in the interest of the story.
What a day. Couldn't summon the energy to get out of bed till after 9:00 am. Took an hour and a half to make and eat breakfast. Nausea. Diarrhea. Sensitivity to cold. Headache.
I wonder what would happen if all of the above were true?
The truth is that today was the best day yet. I did take till 10:40 to eat breakfast, but after that, the day was great. I ran the game and cleaned up afterward (without the wonderful help I usually get from David, who was at a funeral.)
Then I went shopping at three stores, including a major grocery shop and came home to cook dinner. I then cleaned up afterward. The research manager had gotten drafted to work on a case that was in the headlines this morning and was buried in work.
Despite how good I felt, someone was actually willing to bend down and tie up my shoelace when it was undone.
Boy, based on that, I could milk this thing for a lot if only I felt even a little bit worse! I'll have to work on that. Of course, I will not have to work too hard a week from tomorrow, the dreaded third day of chemo. And I am committed to not going anywhere that day. I even expect to banish the research manager. So, there will be no one around to milk on the day of the greatest opportunity.
Oh, well. I think that I would prefer to feel good most of the time.
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