Knocked down but not out. This week hasn’t been fun. My heart rate has been quite high, even while just laying down. This was also the case for the third infusion. I think my mom is doing ok, but I don’t get lots of information without a lot of effort, so I’ve been trying to roll with it. There is a lot riding on this whole process and I don’t want any setbacks.
And speaking of setbacks, we only have one working toilet, and it’s downstairs. No fun for me who gets winded on the trip alone. The upstairs toilet was leaking into the basement ceiling. We assume this has been happening for a while – how extensive is unknown. To add salt into the wound, the screen on my iPad broke. I know, poor me….but the damn thing cost me so it sucks that it has a spidery screen.
I’ve been sleeping for most of the weekend – week?? I don’t know what day it is. My mind is awake but my body wants rest. I’ve been indulging it. Between stress with my mom and **not**as much water as I should drink, this round has taken a toll on me. Don’t get me wrong, I enjoy days where I lay in bed all day reading, but I hate not having a choice. I think — HOPE — I’m out of the worst of the symptoms. I’m eating (mostly) normal (still loving the pickles).
