Based on the last chemo, I had planned to rest most of the day after, and that is exactly what I did. I was tired, yes, headachy, yes, somewhat shaky, but it wasn't bad. I sat in the blue chair most of the day and drank tons of water to flush the toxins from my body and keep them from doing any more damage than necessary. I had my raft of "coping chemicals" to help, and gentle foods to nurture my reeling cells. I read a bit, walked Sugar, watched a bit of TV, texted a few friends, and generally had a nice little vacation!
I almost felt guilty having taken the day off, but one thing I have learned about chemo is that you must allow your body the strength and energy to deal with it or you will pay the price. So I don't fret about the inactivity. I refuse to think about the little things that need to be done about the apartment - time will come to take care of it later. I refuse to fuss about outstanding assignments that I should be working on or whether things are running smoothly at work.
Yes, those are important parts of my normal life, but I work with great people who are wonderful about handling things and taking care of business in my absence and not involving me unless it's absolutely necessary. They are kind to cut me so much slack and understand that this is temporary and I will be back as soon as I know its safe to return.
Besides, I have a new wrinkle today. Nothing tastes right. Everything is bland, almost soapy or plasticy tasting. Like I have lost the ability to sense salt flavoring. Yuck. My tongue sports a new white coating, and I try to brush it off with my newly purchased-just-for-chemo-treatment-soft-soft-soft toothbrush, but stuff still tastes funny. Hope this passes soon. I have a vague recollection that one of the drugs might affect your sense of taste.
Well, no matter. Maybe I will lose a bit of weight to counteract the prednisone bloat! Meanwhile, back to snoozing.
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