Damn, I hurt. My back is sore, my legs are numb (which is oddly uncomfortable, you’d think that numb would be… numb?) and I’ve had nausea every morning these past 5 days. If I didn’t know any better I’d swear I was pregnant. Not really.
Thanks, hysterectomy and advanced age…
Andy’s leaving for a week, and we have folks to come and stay with me while she’s gone
(and feed the pets, and let Jasper out to pee, and feed me, and let ME out to pee…)
but I am going to miss that kid something awful!
I feel that the past week or so I have moved BACKWARDS in my walking ability, maybe the metheltrexate I took in such high doses in January is finally working itself out of my system? This whole thing is SUCH a mystery to me, and information about recovering from high-dose, high-strength chemo is not easy to find.
I’m almost through every season of America’s Next Top Model (I’m taking a break at cycle 18 because it’s just so bad…) This week in honor of my friend Kathleen staying with me for a few nights, I’ll be diving back into RuPaul’s Drag Race, which is more fun and has much nicer contestants that ANTM.
And that is pretty much my life right now…
Plus, I have more hair every day.