No more honeymoon

So the sweet delusion of thinking maybe this chemo won't be so bad came to screeching halt this morning. I did manage to sleep. But I woke up with the sensation that a criminal was standing over my bed attempting to smother me. When I tried to move, I realized it wasn't just my chest that hurt. It was bone ache from scalp to toe and everywhere in-between. I was still frozen in place, accessing the situation, when my poor, unsuspecting hubby entered the room and asked if I needed anything.

"Yes!" I pretty much screamed, my body pinned to the bed. "I need THINGS! LOTS of things!"

I then began barking out orders like a mad man. Pain meds. Water. Soft food. Warm bath.

The pain is being caused by one of the good guys. A new drug that goes directly into the bone marrow and protects my white and red blood cell counts from dropping. Knowing that should make it feel better. Should.

Hopefully the pain will start decreasing over the next couple days. And even more hopefully it won't be replaced by something even more gruesome. But for now I'm just sitting around feeling very chemoed.

Sweet Mood Music

The list so far: Heart burn big time. I have to eat with a plastic spoon cause metal makes the food taste funny. My mouth is dry. My bones hurt. And I keep falling asleep. Nothing traumatic, just a bunch of little stuff. But I think the fatigue is making me sentimental.

One of my beautiful daughters sent me this song a while back, right after my diagnosis, and I just pulled it up. Cries are good if they're happy ones. Right?

Human Today

Wow. I woke up feeling human this morning. And not just barely-alive human, but normal human. I do seem to burping a lot. And I have this strange craving for gum (which my children will tell you is very strange.) But other than that, I'm good to go. Drove myself to the hospital for a shot, then went to the store, then another, and another. Bought myself some killer hats. Then I stopped and picked up my grandbaby to give his other grandma a break while I'm able. Amazing stuff for the day after chemo. There are a bunch of side effects that are supposed to turn up throughout the coming days. But for now, I'll take human any day!

Me and Angelina Jolie

Okay - funniest story ever. Well, one of them. My hairdresser's 11-year-old son saw me and asked his mom if she cut my hair. He was very proud of her, and said it made me look just like Angelina Jolie.

I'm sure you've heard of her. That kind of super-pretty lady.





Yep. I can hardly tell the difference.

When I got done laughing I told her to give him a big squeeze. Then take him directly out and get his eyes checked.