Recovering

Ugh. I wake up nauseous. I feel wrung out. I was hoping the chemo would not hit like before. I will have to stay home and ride it out. No sense going to work if I end up running to the bathroom all day. I go back to bed discouraged. This darn crap will not leave me alone.

By ten am, I am feeling better. I watch a movie and throw the dirty dishes in the dishwasher. My energy is not dragging the bottom of the barrel and the nausea is lifting. By noon, the worst is over. A far sight better than the three day devastation of the R-CHOP and the week recovery time. I consider going to work, but we get out at 3:30, so I decide to just rest more.

I sort through some paperwork in my bedroom, trying to clear away the accumulated clutter of the past few months of dysfunctionality. Might as well see if I can at least organize enough to find things when I need them. I take my time, sitting on the bed and making piles. Three huge bags of garbage later, I can see the dresser top and the filing cabinet now shuts. I know where to lay my hands on things I might need.

It feels good to make some progress. Even if I did lose a day at work. Maybe next time I will be more prepared and can manage the chemo side effects better. Besides, by then I will have had three more Vitamin B12 shots! Maybe it won't even be this bad!