Saturday, March 15

Day of rest. I actually slept last night--hooray--thanks to the Tylenol PM. I slept in, took a bath, read my book. Andrew and I went to Trader Joe's. Both girls slept late, Lucia egregiously so--until 2pm. Their two-week spring break has started, and they needed the rest. After lunch, Andrew and I and Farrah walked to town to return library books. 

Then I settled onto the couch. Andrew and I watched an episode of The White Lotus we'd missed. Then the girls and I watched a bunch of Lost. We're in season five, and it is getting very hard to follow, maybe partly because I am still very tired and out of it and the show's blurring of reality and dreamy time-shifting kind of fits where I am on this Saturday after chemo. Untethered all around.  

I'm ready for the day to be over. My legs are hurting, I'm tired, and I have a terrible taste in my mouth that's making it hard to drink anything. My appetite, weirdly, remains voracious, even though food tastes kind of meh. So be it. These are the post-treatment days I just have to get through. Tomorrow will be better than today. More resting, another walk, more Lost. 

For now, more Tylenol PM and hopefully another night of sleep.