Toto, I've a feeling we're not in Seidman anymore.

The first couple of days after chemotherapy were like a terrible storm, for me. The nausea felt like it would never end, the fatigue just... Lingers. Food? You're funny. I never touch the stuff.

Zofran, please.

The storm clears a little after a couple days, for me. The one issue is this cycle, I'm also dealing with a pretty nasty upper respiratory infection that started as a sore throat - who knows where I got it. I was in the hospital 2.5 days last week because they thought I might have pneumonia - I don't.

Chemotherapy weakens your immune system, so there's certain things you're supposed to do (and not do). This weekend will be about 7-8 days away from when I had treatment, and that's usually when my "levels" (when I say this, I'm usually referring to my white blood cell count, and my red blood cell count.) are at their lowest. I'm supposed to avoid crowds and sick people. Did you read the entire list of things I linked? Yeah, chemo evidently turns people into antisocial, well-done meat eating veggie haters, or me anyway.

I cannot see, touch or smell raw meat cooking at this time - it's probably one of the grossest smelling things to me now. What do I like? Plain hamburgers from Wendy's, my husband's orange chicken, and ice cream.

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I wrote the above text a few days ago, when I seriously thought the end of the madness was coming. Nope, at least two more days of absolute discomfort from issues I don't really want to fully regale you with - combined with the nausea and lack of appetite from before.

Finally *knocks on wood* I am starting to feel a little more human. I now know the right combination of medicine to be as pain and vomit free without being looped out. Once the nasal congestion goes away (any time now would be GREAT) I'll probably only have to manage pain and the occasional nausea. I hope my appetite gets better, because I sincerely cannot imagine it getting any worse. I bought stuff to make creamed chipped beef, some of you might know that as "shit on a shingle" but that's not how we said it growing up. What was probably originally made by my grandmother as a cheap and easy way to stretch a 49 cent pack of dried beef and a loaf of bread is something I actually like from time to time. Yes, I know it's mostly butter, flour and milk - but lately I've been less about "How nutritious is this?" and more, "Is it food? It has calories, right? You can eat it? Eat it now."

I work one day (Sunday) this weekend. My husband is sick (same URI I had) so hopefully at some point we'll feel human enough to do something outside, maybe bike to the market.

I've tried staying positive these past couple of weeks and I'm presently just "staying" - as in, I exist. I'm here. I will be positive again, just not now. Don't make me do it.