Rest and Read

I did manage to get to church this morning, but I sat down a lot, and cancelled Children's Choir rehearsal. The mack truck hitting me didn't wait like it has in past experiences. I am definitely achy and tired and rubber legs. The choir is very solicitous of my well being and makes every effort to spare me from having to stand unnecessarily. They didn't realize the chemo is still happening. Same thing my library colleagues said. They forget I am still dealing with chemo.

I am glad this passes in a relatively short time. A week is not too bad. And thank goodness I did take my Vitamin B shot the morning of chemo before the treatment. Think how much more of a wham it would have been had I not been full up. So I will take it easy on myself today and just rest. Besides, I still have a lot of reading to do (and I am behind on my paper writing). Now that the headache is less pounding maybe I can catch up a bit.

I do rest, but the nap turns into an all day affair, and by evening when I am rousing to think about dinner, I am too fuzzy headed to read. All that will just have to go on hold, grades or no grades. I am after the info anyway, not the gpa. So I settle for a bowl of sweet juicy watermelon (not too much), a tall glass of cold water, and a soft roll with butter. Sugar and I curl up in the recliner and go gently into the evening surrounded by quiet since the boys are out playing frisbee golf.

Despite the long nap, I retire early. I will have no trouble falling asleep. The moon is shining, the dog keeps my feet warm, and the aching is subsiding. Tomorrow will be better. A slow recovery is better than no recovery. I will work on picking up the pieces later. Next week. All is well and all is well. Thanks be to God.