Seriously. Gah. I don't understand how it's possible to be as tired as I am. This morning we all went out to run some errands, and by the time we got home, I was ready to collapse. And I did, right into my recliner. Where I passed out. And I've spent most of the day there. It's lame, man, lame. I understand that my body needs to rest so it can heal. I don't have to like it.
Another lame-o thing about Big Chemo? No appetite. Zero. Nothing in the kitchen sounds good. Things don't taste right. I almost need people to put food in front of me so I can eat it without thinking too much.
More complaints...that shot is the lamest thing of all. It gives me a headache, and at random times, my bones and joints ache. Sad face.
I didn't run today. I think that after dinner, when it gets a little cooler and not so sunny, I'll take a walk. I bet the kids would go with me.
Stupid chemo.
quichyer bichun! you live in the south now!
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