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!