Another grey, coolish day. I would like to slip back into bed and sleep for the next umpteen hours. Whether it was the very rare prime rib dinner I prepared last night or Monday’s injection I received at the cancer center, something caused me to feel approximately awful for much of the night. I was up at least five or six times. I do not feel much better this morning, either. I’ll get over it. The online order for groceries I placed yesterday afternoon will be ready for me to pick up between 8 and 9 this morning; I hope I feel moderately well within the next half hour. Ach. Perhaps I should take one of the anti-nausea pills the doctor prescribed for me; just in case. Blogging is not high on my list of priorities at the moment. On the other hand, I want to capture each day’s experience—but maybe not this morning’s experience. Headache, neck ache, upset stomach…the blahs. Why, I wonder, do I feel like I spent the night being punished for my taste in food? Medications for pain are not what I need. I need something to transform me into someone else for just a little while; someone better equipped to utterly ignore this unpleasantness that surrounds me.
I have blogged enough for now. My energy and inclination both are insufficient to continue.