Fuck fatigue. Same with cancer, same with chemo, etc. Lots o humpin' to go around. Vicious, angry, spiteful humping.
I slept about 15 hours today, and I'm ready for more bed. I got nothing done. Just slept. When I'm not asleep, I'm feeling exhausted and drowsy. I think my bone marrow must be pretty much clear by now.
I feel like my body is a rolled up sheet of copy paper, and a mere flick could fold it in half. I'm miserable.
But today, for the first time, I had morels for dinner. Oh sweet lord, those are yummy.
Also, I make poor decisions. It's hard for me to keep up with the blogging, but I've hopped on the twitter bandwagon, and I can update that more easily from my phone. And lo, I tweet.
As a final cancer note for this entry, I think the chemo is starting to attack my lungs. I'm having a bit of difficulty breathing. I don't like it. I want to be done.
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You kinda look like you're about to shiv someone in this photo...
Also, many gold stars for "and lo, I tweet", you huge nerd :P
I agree... I'm getting you a shiv!
Twitter huh, haven't quite done that one yet..
Feel better my friend, because of you I am getting a cat..
Alli XX
Tori: I thank you.
Deltcho: Speaking of shivs, I found "the claw" -- aka, the one curved knife we used camping... Two years ago... eep.
Alli: Getting a cat, eh? Want mine? The little ass clawed our brand new furniture.
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