Last night was my second evening after the Neulasta and my third evening since receiving chemo, so I'm not sure which (amongst the other drugs I'm have to take) was responsible for me creating two lakes in the bed last night. My pretty nightgown and my entire side of the King sized bed were soaked. Thanks to Mum who helped me clean up, got me one of Wades long comfy t-shirts and dried off my side of the bed I managed to get a few more hours before it happened again. I think I'm going to have to invest in a mattress pad at this rate and sleep on layers of towels. Waldo of course helped in the only way a dog knows how, by creating a distinct cuddle zone between Mum and I so none of the yukky chemo junk could soak her side of the bed.
|Mum my caregiver for this weekend.|
The other weird side affect of the Neulasta is that it seems to take away my ability to effectively manage my limbs and fine motor skills. Walking to the bathroom in the middle of the night is a slow crawl along the wall and typing a blog - especially for such a grammatical/typo stickler as I am, is an arduous process.
I got a lovely message on Facebook today from a friend who was also my neighbour from 2004 until 2009. She reminded me of how I've always enjoyed the "spice of life" and lived it to the fullest. My thoughts were always, I'd better enjoy life because what if I get hit by a bus one day. Well I certainly wasn't expecting a living, ugly transformer style bus that I would have to fight off with all my strength - oh and to make the fight easier for him he decided to compromise my immune system to have an advantage! You don't know who you're dealing with ASSHOLE! I know, I am swearing and I really hate doing that, however in this venue, it gives me strength, so please bleep out if it bothers you.
It's now 7am time for my first nap of the day as writing this short blog although it works wonders for me to get the mental stress and grief out, it also takes a lot of energy. It's going to be a good day today, I think my Dad and his wife are coming up and I think my Husband is coming home. Yippee