I was given two different anti-nausea meds. One was a 3 day dose, where I take a pill every 12 hours. The other I could take as needed every six hours. I finished off the 3 day pills yesterday, and by last night I was feeling pretty awful and took the first of the as needed pills.
The problem with the as-needed pills are they knock me out. That's fine over the weekend, but if the nausea hasn't passed by Monday, well, I don't want to become a vegetable.
It's hard enough now, just four days after getting chemo. I go from the bed to the bathroom to the living room. I harass Bica for attention, use her as a pillow or kiss her belly until she growls. Cravings for cheeseburgers, scrambled eggs with cheese. Then I try to eat those foods and fill up to the point of sickness after a bite. I fight it all down, then feel horrible for a long while.
Read books in the bedroom, on the toilet, on the floor in the living room, again using Bica as a pillow. But that doesn't last long. Bica moves, and so do I, back to the bedroom. A 10 minute nap, then another craving; this time it's meatballs. I know I only have to say the word and Julie will run out to get me whatever I want. I hate that she's stuck inside with me, having to listen to my complaints. She wants to help and there isn't anything for her to do.
Last night it was noodles. I wanted long, flat, asian noodles from the thai place in our building. Julie got them, I ate two noodles and a small piece of chicken. Took the pill described above that knocked me out so I was out for the night. When I got up to pee at midnight, stumbling to the bathroom, Julie shot up and turned on every light in the house. Worried, no doubt, that I was about to be sick. I snapped at her, and then (well, eventually) apologized and thanked her for her concern. I find my temper is even shorter than usual.
I've read almost a book a day since Wednesday. Good books too, but I've just about had enough of them, and movies too. I have more to read, and watch, though, so I know I'll keep at it. If I'm going to lose my hair, it will probably start Wednesday or Thursday. I wonder if I can hold out on shaving my head until next weekend. I'd like to have a day or two with my bald head before heading into work.
I hope the worst of the stomach problems pass this weekend. I can see that fatigue will be my real problem, but at least I can put in half days at work with that. If I'm still taking anti-nausea meds, I can't do anything but sleep.
Meatballs. I'm still thinking about meatballs. I'll be calling out to Julie in a few minutes.