I spent most of today in bed. Total fatigue. I lost my appetite too. I guess that will mark the beginning of the chemo negative 15. Which is the opposite of the freshman 15.
I weighed in at 201.5 this week. I haven’t crossed 200 since I was a ski racer (2nd mention in less than a week!) and then it was all muscle. Right now, it is *not* all muscle. LOL. It is the result of lying in bed for 6 weeks recovering from surgeries.
And it is also the constipation. All these drugs they give you stop up the tubes. Lets just say I’m full of shit right now…
I was lying in my parents glass room as the sun went down listening to Bach’s Cello Suite, regretting that I didn’t even want chocolate, and realized what I really wanted was a milkshake. So off we go to Ben and Jerry’s. Maybe I’ll even get some pleasure out of this.
