I welcomed the spurt of energy that followed last Thursday’s chemo treatment. By yesterday, though, that electric jolt had plunged into an amalgamation of headache, nausea, fatigue, weakness, exhaustion, and general discomfort. That notwithstanding, I finally felt moderately better and, late in the day, went outside for a brief walk…more like a cane-assisted slow-motion stroll. Between yesterday’s naps and last night’s early bedtime, I may have recovered some of my enthusiasm for life—at the moment, the signs look slightly positive. We shall see.
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Once I finished the previous paragraph, my eyes closed involuntarily. Had I felt a tad more comfortable, I might have drifted into a deep sleep—making up for waking occasionally during the night. When the muscles in my neck relaxed, though, my head dropped forward, stirring me from an unexpected nap. That is a strong sign I should go back to bed for a while longer, but for some reason I hesitate to give in to the temptation. Perhaps I need to feel more fully in charge, rather than sensing I am being controlled by weariness.
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No more. Not for now. I am unable to keep my eyes open any longer. Maybe I will come back and add to this post in a while…or write another one. But, for now, I am just too bloody tired. I must recover by tomorrow, though, when a planned gathering on a lakeside deck certainly will reinvigorate me.
