Today was the worst. I felt horrible and it made me worried for the rest of treatment. If I can’t handle the 3rd day, when side-effects are supposed to be minimal, what does that mean for week 6? My body was fighting swallowing the pills, it knew I couldn’t take anymore. Sure enough an hour later I was asking Mark to pull the car to the side of the road so I could vomit.
As someone who has plenty of experience with nausea, I’m great at pretending I’m feeling fine. If I let on every time I felt sick and took sick days every time I felt ill, I’d have never held down a job. Today I could not pretend. The most faking I did was pretending to be asleep so no one would talk to me, because if I had to move my mouth I’d throw up. My oncologist prescribed me some anti-nausea medication, my mom and husband picked up that and some sea bands. These helped me make it to my third appointment of the day with the naturopath, who sent me home with a list of dietary help.
This anti-nausea stuff makes me sleepy. I’ve already slept 4 hours this afternoon, happy to feel rested and my stomach isn’t bad. I hope I can feel good without feeling tired soon. It’s hard to take care of myself when I’m so tired, and there are people emailing me about helping out. I want to show gratitude, but even more I want to sleep. Just typing the word made me yawn. Thanks for all the emotional support. I’m going back to bed. The sunilcomeout tomorrow.