Itchin' and scratchin'

I’ve been itching and scratching and complaining for about a week now; the acne rash is just as annoying now as ever. It’s not getting any worse, although I can’t say for certain that it’s getting any better, either. The antibiotic gel is doing its job, and the Benadryl crème is doing its job, let’s hope the Tarceva (which is the cause of the rash) is doing its job too. (Ol’ Skippy still has a fight on his hands!)

In the big picture, while the acne rash is aggravating as ^%#%*, it’s a pretty minor side effect to have. I’m not throwing up, not nauseated, not in constant or extreme pain, not exhausted, and not bald. There are worse things than looking awful. (For those of you who have seen me and said, “It’s really not that bad”, I thank you for being such kind and wonderful liars.)

Appetite and energy aside, I’m feeling pretty good. I don’t want to eat much, but I’m eating. The old fashioned breakfast seems to have the most appeal: fried eggs, bacon, potatoes….YUM. Of course, there’s no time during the workweek for such indulgence, so Cheerios it is. I’m still working full days, but once I get home, I just want to sit, relax, and have someone else cook dinner. (Does that happen to anyone else?) I took the dog around the block last week, and I made it about halfway before I realized that I shouldn’t be walking that far. Of course, being halfway meant that I had to go the rest of the way. Oh, I made it, but it took a long time. The dog was thrilled, because my extra slow pace allowed him to sniff every bush, tuft of grass, and mailbox along the way. In his eyes, I was doggy mom of the year that day.

Thanks for being here. I’m glad that I can lean on y’all and rest just a little. Or a lot.

¶ 6:35 PM