The other day my daughter and I were having a conversation that keeps popping into my head today.
Sometimes I think I should really go find a job. A real, bring in some actual income job. Money is a nice thing.
And some days it seems to feasible. I feel pretty good, I have energy I am strong.
And then the week after chemo hits. I woke up this morning and didn’t feel terrible. Well, except for a stuffy head and not quite back to not nauseated yet. I drank my coffee, and then went out and painted the new portions of my deck. Took me about two hours. Probably should have taken an hour. Came in and realized I should eat so I had a protein bar.
Handy Man Nate is going to come back and add another row onto the bottom of the gates because of skinny wiggly beagle so I will wait for the 2nd coat. I was just tired of looking at naked wood.
That was four hours ago and I have been pretty much sitting in a chair watching tv (homestead rescue, somehow I missed a whole season) since.
I am completely out of energy. I just have no oomph. I keep thinking of things to do. I should get up and go start some laundry, or make some lunch. I just can’t work up the energy. Blah.
My neuropathy does weird things for the week after chemo. My feet are very tingly. It’s not as painful as I imagine as most people deal with , just constant tingling like they feel asleep. It’s uncomfortable. I am very lucky because mostly I deal with numbness in my fingers.
I feel bad sometimes about my life of leisure. Of having the choice to just shut down for a couple of days. Why do I get this when so many people don’t?
One of the things I have learned is that there is something about the effect of any and all chemo treatments that makes me overly sad and emotional. Luckily that also only lasts for a few days. So today is the day, and tomorrow will be better.
Whine Complete, Lunch next.
Maybe laundry too. Maybe not. I own a lot of clothes I can go a couple more days.