Is it morning?

I really have no idea what day it is to be honest.  I have been in a haze of recovery, and I ain’t complaining.  The kids went to my parents yesterday and had a blast.  They covered the Long Beach Aquarium like pros and everyone left with a prize and an ice cream cone.  Sad I missed out on that.  Asher’s swirly cone looked epic.

I slept the majority of the day away, even missing Zack’s delivery of a 12 ft. Ficus tree to block the neighbors view of our yard.  Yea, we are dicks like that.  I fell asleep yesterday after dozing all day at 5:45p and woke up again at 10:30p, that was interesting.  I managed to pass back out and woke up at 6:30a.  Thank you to my friends Ativan, pot and Reglan.  Keep up the good work folks.

Now I sit with my hydration going in my arm and Constantine sitting by my side.  It is quite awkward, but I am so used to it that it doesn’t bother me anymore.  The things you learn to get used to with cancer, strange Ukrainian men sitting next to you and watching television.  Hmm..

I just played the most epic game of “Would you rather” with my friend, we both decided that being 10 months pregnant with constant pelvic pressure is way better than day 3 of a chemo coma.  Also, a 24 hour stomach flu is better as well.  So if you were curious, there you have it.

So now I sit and relax and wait for this phase to be over, hopefully I get some energy back later today.  Usually by Sunday evening I am feeling slightly better.  Heres to hoping!

Have a great Sunday, put your hair up and go swimming!

xo,
Jessie