Uh-oh! I spoke too soon about having minor side-effects of Round 16 of chemo. Nausea just started. I'm feeling pretty terrible, walking around with my shoulders slumped -- like my dramatic neice who is turning three. I'm dragging myself to cook supper, only because my Sweetheart has come down with a bug. I don't really want him infecting my food. I can't risk catching his cold. Plus he's exhausted. He hadn't yet fallen asleep last night when the earthquake hit at 4am. Mercifully, I was sound asleep.
So for my nausea, I have taken a dose of my Stematil tablets. I can feel that it's starting to work; I only feel crappy, not lousy. Or is it the other way around?
Oh, and I have a sore toe. I forgot to ask the nurse for the iced booties during the Taxol infusion. Darn. That's going to make it more difficult to find new shoes for the wedding. I hope I don't have to wear my granny shoes.
Enough typing. Supper is in the oven. I have 15 minutes to lay down before I have to check on it and turn on the potatoes. TTFN!