Thursday, March 13

Least favorite day, the day after chemo. I barely slept at all last night (the melantonin did not work) and was exhausted all day. It was an insanely busy workday, too. (I found reason today to write the words "swag quagmire" in a message to my boss, though, which redeemed the day a bit.) 

Then I lay down and watched Gilmore Girls while Andrew took the kids to piano. They picked up dinner from How Lee on their way home, blessed souls. I ate two platefuls of food. My appetite has been unaffected by all this, and the weird bitter taste I've gotten in past cycles hasn't appeared yet. So, again, being tired isn't fun, but that is literally the only side effect right now, so I can't complain. 

In the interest in a complete record, I should keep noting the physical toll of these past few weeks: I have ugly purple bruises on both hands from Tuesday's double-attempt at the blood work; and there are two hard, bumpy veins in my left forearm from IVs past. Battle scars, as they say. 

Andrew met with a retaining wall guy this afternoon and reached out to two more. The saga of the retaining wall continues alongside all the other sagas of the moment.

And now--time for bed. I will lull myself to sleep by reading. Looking forward to the weekend and watching a lot of Lost.