Today is a pure exhaustion day. It’s 9:17, I’ve been up and down since 2am (hip pain makes it hard to stay level, so I’m up, then down, then up, etc. You get it…)
I just walked to the dining room, moved a very small watermelon to the kitchen, cut it open, chopped 1/4 of it into a bowl, and I feel as though I’ve worked a full day on the factory floor.
Jobs I thought I’d be able to do are slipping from my hands, and the gratitude I feel toward Kathleen and Layla for picking up the slack is larger than I can explain or ever return!
Today is the first time I’ll be able to get in to see the Cancer Psychiatrist, and this is a visit that is LONG overdue. We were supposed to see her last week, but that visit was cancelled (it makes me sad because I wanted Max to have a chance to at least MEET the doc before he returned to school)
But I’m VERY grateful that it’s happening, and I’m going to try to
have the energy I need to make the visit really matter.
Couldn’t Come Too Soon
I’ve been so—stressed—over the past few days that I feel as though I’m coming out of my skin. Small things, totally microscopic and inconsequential things, drive me up the friggin’ wall, and I’ve screamed more in the past few weeks than I have in the past 45 years.
I leave my first 11 years out of that because heaven KNOWS
how much I screamed during THAT period of my life…
So I’m hoping that there will be some strategies that will allow me to be a nicer, better person around my family (who are going through hell right with me…)
AND I’m wondering if there might be some kind of drug that would help me relax…
The Ol’ MJ
Of course, that drug COULD be the Medical Marijuana for which I’ve been approved, but I’m STILL waiting for my Pharmacist interview I have to go though to actually get PRESCRIBED anything. Dang.
Mouth Of Sore
Aside from the mental wilderness into which my brain has wandered, physically the week of Chemo is catching up on me.
My mouth is one huge sore. All along the edges of the mouth, in the palette and tongue and along the sides it feels as though there’s a constant fire going on all the time.
Ice, jello, ice pops and cold drinks are my friends. Unfortunately, the more ice I take in, the more I have to make my way up to the bathroom for more good times, and the more exhausted I get. A vicious ice circle.
Swallowing is becoming very difficult. I think I need to start using straws, because even a small mouthful of ice water (or any beverage) makes it SO difficult for me to swallow. I fear choking, or at the least a coughing fit because THAT really hurts my chest so badly.
The only foods that really go down smoothly are ice cream type of foods, ice pops, mochi, kulfi, all kinds of iced dairy treats!
On a side note, due to the kindness of my neighbor, Kristen, I’ve been able to make a bunch of YoNaNa frozen banana dessert, which helps me get potassium to fight the leg cramps (another side effect haunting me all night) and allows me a creamy treat without a great deal of dairy, which can play havoc with my digestion these days…
My hair is starting to fall out (not a ton, but it’s very obvious in the shower) I KNEW that would happen, I was told by my doc, and it’s not something that troubles me too much. I’m cool being bald for a bit, and if my hair never grows back I think I’d be fine, too. I think…
The exhaustion has reached a whole new level. Just getting OUT of a chair takes me as much mental preparation as getting ready for the first leg of American Ninja Warrior*
Sitting up takes more effort than I can muster some days, and THAT is a very frustrating and frightening aspect of this recovery. I was prepared in part for the exhaustion, but I was NOT prepared for the weakness I feel in every aspect of my physical being. I can’t sit with my legs up and cross them without help.
This is — hard. That is the best word for it. Hard as a rock.
Audio hallucinations seem to haunt me before bed and when I first wake. Sometimes visual oddities pop up, too; feeling that I’m seeing — someone — out of the corner of my eye. It’s weird, but it’s also comforting in a way, as if I KNOW the voices I’m hearing and they’re just in the other room, laughing and having fun. This is weird, I know, but Gerry used to get the same sensation (and I think he still does sometimes) so I know I’m not alone in this.
SO here I am, whining and bitching, sitting and inviting all of you into my stream-of-consciousness moan about my health. Today is a rough day, let’s hope tomorrow is a better one!
*No, I haven’t actually PARTICIPATED in ANW, I’m just going by how impressively the contestants psyche themselves up before that first round…