There’s evidence that the chemo may be ready to cause nausea. Yesterday, even before the seventh radiation treatment, I felt a tiny hint of nausea, enough that I decided to take the nausea pills with me to the session. I didn’t use them, though. But I left them in the console of the Subaru. I feel like I might need them now. Or soon.
My sleep last night was, in a word, awful. I was awake much of the night, thanks in part to an ongoing need to go to the bathroom to pee. I slipped off to sleep each time I went back to bed, but only for a short while. I feel drained right now. Tired beyond description. I want to sleep, but I know I can’t. So I’ll try coffee. And after coffee, I’ll wander into the garage to seek out the nausea pills, just in case I need them. God, I just had a taste of coffee. It is awful! I hope the taste changes haven’t begun.
I’m writing this unpleasant post not to ruin a reader’s day, but to record what I’m experiencing. Just for the record.
