Groan. It’s Monday. And I’ve been flattened again. I don’t hurt (except for the creaks that we over-40’s have anyway), but boy, am I tired! I’ve spent most of the day in the recliner or on the couch. Every time I lie on the couch—EVERY time, mind you—I fall asleep within a minute or two. I just can’t keep these baby blues open. And since I don’t want to sleep all day, I have to sit in the recliner or sit on the couch. That works pretty well, anyway, because getting up from a prone position gives me very painful pressure in my chest. That happened with the last chemo treatments, too, so I guess it’s part of the game. I’ve also discovered that my skin is sore on my chest and my upper arms. I have no idea why.

For the last week or so, I’ve stopped taking Motrin for the lung fluid, and have had no trouble with stabbing pains, breathing, or trying to get comfortable when sleeping. Don’t tell Skippy; I’m sure it’s just an oversight.

I stayed home from work today to see if I’d feel better tomorrow by resting today. I could have worked today-- the hardest part of my job is getting there—but I’m wondering if I’ll recover quicker if I rest on the rough days. We’ll see. If tomorrow comes and I feel like I used to on the 6^th day after chemo, then I’ll know that resting all day makes no difference and I can resume working ½ days. Which I will do for most of this week anyway. (Don’t tell E.)

That’s the latest. I am very grateful for the “FW Bunch”, who are taking such good care of me! The rough days are made easier because I know there are people thinking of me. Thank you. Thank you all.

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