That's what I feel like on a chemo weekend. I'm too tired to do anything, and life just goes on by. I slept a lot today, some in the recliner, and some upstairs. I discovered how awesome it is to retreat to my bed in the middle of the day when I decided to go lay down yesterday. Wow, so nice. No one woke me up hollaring at his/her sibling. No one woke me up to ask me a question that could be asked of dad. I woke up to my little cat Oliver sleeping next to the wound vac (she loves that thing). It was easily the highlight of my weekend, napping in my bed.
So I'm just keepin' on keepin' on. I go from too hot to too cold, that's a bummer. My appetite is nonexistent, but I just eat whatever Eric puts in front of me. And I keep looking forward to feeling better tomorrow.