Chemo smackdown seems to be increasing.
When I woke up this morning, all I could think was "The Fatigue, she is here." I was just as tired as if I'd been up all night. I was even too tired to read. Too tired to read much of anything, even a mystery novel full of recipes.
Yesterday, I was feeling a little hungoverish. Today, it's about as bad as the "bad" day on Sunday. It really is cumulative. My tongue is smooth, which means I don't taste much of anything. That's pretty frustrating, at least psychologically, because I have this gut level feeling that if I could satisfy a craving, I'd feel better.
There''s no rhyme nor reason for the things that sound good to me. Earlier, it was baked tomatoes. ::meh:: I forgot the black olives. It was OK, but not satisfying. Then, believe it or not, I thought that cottage cheese and grape jelly would be awesome! Unfortunately, I couldn't taste the jelly. How disappointing was that? Next, I dug out the forgotten black olives. Only I couldn't taste them.
Now nothing sounds good. And I don't feel like getting out of this chair. Or talking. Or even keeping my eyes open. For gosh sakes! This is day 6!!!! Only 8 more days until I start it all again.