I seem to have two general reactions to the day before Chemo Wednesday. Either I run around like a crazy person cleaning everything and freaking out, or I totally procrastinate and pretend like chemo doens't exist. Since I just now plugged in my electronics to charge and am considering making a vague to-do list for the morning...I think I'm in the second option this week.
Admittedly I do tend to freak out more before Big Chemo. I can't help it. Knowing that I'll be feeling blah for 4-5 days makes me want to clean and bake things. This week though, I'd say we're woefully unprepared, so good thing it's Little Chemo. I don't even have spinich for my smoothie, man. That's practically a crisis situation.
Eric and I were talking last night, and at one point he asked me what I thought. I burst into tears and said, "I wish I wasn't sick." Because I really do wish that, more for my family than for myself.
But at least I don't have Ebola.
I just finished re-reading The Hot Zone, and really, it's for the best that we don't have Ebola.
I have great big plans for the rest of the week and I hope I can get some stuff done because I spent a lot of time goofing off. Which I think is mostly okay.
Well, Happy Chemo Eve! I think this should become a gift giving holiday, hint hint.