One down.....

When late morning rolls around and you're feeling a bit out of sorts, don't worry; you're probably just a little eleven o'clockish.  Winnie the Pooh

            Years ago I had a chiropractor’s appointment and I was running late so I called Gaye to let her know.  The phone rang and rang and all I could think of was she was dead on the floor in the kids room (obviously that did not happen, but you get the idea—turns out her daughter was sick—whew).  Anyway, yesterday morning I honestly thought she was going to find me in the stacks just staring up at the ceiling tiles (not all match either) waiting for her to get there.   I had turn to lead.  Seriously, lead.  Ever see those cartoon characters with bricks for shoes?  That was me.  Not only were my feet like that, so were my legs… total lead.  I felt like I was dragging 1000 lbs behind me (which is unlikely as the chemo diet is kicking in).  Now Gaye thinks I am nuts to begin with, so I can only imagine what was going through her mind when I tried to explain the odd feeling.   As for Brandy, I think she has me figured out as well, but still….

            So let’s replay the last few days.  One chemo down, five to go.  Monday was not bad at all.  If you ever have to get chemo, get a Portia—your own, not mine—but she is so worth it.  And get the valium or whatever it was they gave me.  Good stuff.  Really was not too bad and I think I even got a few Session minutes done( not the ones they wanted and who knows if they are correct, but I haven’t heard anything from anyone.. hmmm… that could mean something).   So after chemo, lunch—as if I am going to lose my appetite, I had my nausea pills!!  Monday was good then came Tuesday.  Tuesday started out well too.   We (Mom, me and Brenda) went to Sheila’s Wigs to see what was happening there.   Not bad and Sheila is a hoot!   I would like to point out that Brenda was the one to see the first one I got first—and it looks like me.   And no, no Lady Gaga, (as if I had that in me anyway).  The fact that Uncle John will have more hair than me at Christine’s wedding is enough to freak me out.  I am eyeing another wig, but we shall see.  This could be fun.   I will discuss the ferret at another time.  Back to Tuesday, all is good, we get a wig, we eat and I go and get my booster shot.  I am feeling great and even the one driving (we will NOT go there). I get home and I am done. DONE. Nothing else left in me.  SO I nap.  I swear, when this is over, the library is going to have to have a nap time every afternoon.  Now remember, although I am DONE, I am still pretty good.  Then comes Wednesday AKA Hump Day.   My plan (remember the plan?!) was to work 4 hours.  Yeah, that worked well.  2 hours and I was DONE.  DONE.  Get home, take a nap and realize I have broken a tooth.  Oh the joy.  Chemo and no dentist.  (Lucky me, it turned out not to be invasive, since I had to call and get permission to see the dentist. Yay!) I give up and go back to bed.   With leg cramps.  I figure I am dehydrated, so I drink. And drink.  Nothing worked.  Which puts us back to yesterday morning.  Lead.  Total lead.  On a good note, I did make 4 hours with the dentist in between.  

            On a bad note, apparently the leg cramps are common.  It is 2:30am Friday and my legs are finally getting better.  I hate Gatorade, but I have a feeling I will like it more and more.  Guess I need to break down and eat more bananas.  I wonder if chocolate covered bananas work?