I don't do this often... or, like, ever... so hopefully you will humor me.
I hate chemo.
In an, "I wish I could make a chemo voodoo doll and stick pins in it", kind of way.
I know this seems very random considering all my usual peppy optimism, but today is just kicking my ass. This 3rd round of chemo is wearing me out. I had an awful cold all of the last 2 weeks and that exhausted me. Now I am over my cold (thank you Lord) but my energy levels are sooooooo low.
I seriously have day dreams that involve my bed. Wait... that sounds kinky. I WISH that my daydreams were that exciting.
But no, they're not even the good kind of kinky daydreams involving a bed. They're daydreams about laying IN bed, under the covers, and not moving. Possibly sleeping, but that isn't even a requirement. Just my bed and absolute stillness.
Does that sound completely glorious to anyone else?
Because it sounds like heaven to me. A big, empty, warm bed and some magical way of getting food into my tummy without eating. Because food SOUNDS awful, but if I don't eat, I feel worse.
UGH. Did I mention I hate chemo?
So there it is, my big, grumpy, unfunny blog about how chemo bites the big one.
Upside: I'm 3/4 of the way done with AC, which is supposed to be the sucky part of chemo.
Downside: I still have 1 more treatment to go. BOOOOOOOOO!
OK, whining done now. Well... for now. I'm not making any promises about later.