Day 9: Still Queasy-Peasy
Yesterday was a bad day. Whew. They warned me about days like those, but you don't tend to really understand what they mean, until it happens. All nauseous, all day strong. Today was better, but I'm still battling the feeling. You don't want to eat, because nothing sounds good. You don't want to drink because everything tastes medicinal or metal. But I have to eat, and I have to drink to prove to them that I can take care of myself to get out of here.
4 of the larger pills I have to take every day are Prednisone. And that stuff tastes horrible! They dissolve so quickly in your mouth that you barely have time to get them down your throat and away from your taste buds before it starts busting loose. Blech! 
Today, they've been dosing me pretty regular with anti-nausea meds. They seem to help, but then sometimes it feels like my stomach is in this sort of suspended state of feeling, where it doesn't feel full, it doesn't feel hungry, but it just feels queasy. It feels like it's just a part of you that's along for the ride, like your arms or your legs. It's weird.
I did get to see film of the mass that Notre Dame had for my family and I. That was so very nice and unexpected. I recognized so many people and I want to thank you all for coming and doing that for us. I'm sure Father Doyle even had some sign work for Donna to attend to afterwards. 
But it was very nice....and thank you again to all those who put that together and took the time out of your work for me and my family. 
Thank you all very much!
Donna also sent me a cool shirt in the mail today. It says "Certified Leukemia Butt-Kicker" on it. So, thank you for that Donna!
Well, after having another dose of anti-nausea meds, I think I'm going to take a nap. I know Katie is anxious to watch last night's episode of Battlestar Gallacticia, so I better make sure I have enough 'awake' in me to do it!
Jonathon out.
Day 9: Still Queasy-Peasy
Yesterday was a bad day. Whew. They warned me about days like those, but you don't tend to really understand what they mean, until it happens. All nauseous, all day strong. Today was better, but I'm still battling the feeling. You don't want to eat, because nothing sounds good. You don't want to drink because everything tastes medicinal or metal. But I have to eat, and I have to drink to prove to them that I can take care of myself to get out of here.
4 of the larger pills I have to take every day are Prednisone. And that stuff tastes horrible! They dissolve so quickly in your mouth that you barely have time to get them down your throat and away from your taste buds before it starts busting loose. Blech!
Today, they've been dosing me pretty regular with anti-nausea meds. They seem to help, but then sometimes it feels like my stomach is in this sort of suspended state of feeling, where it doesn't feel full, it doesn't feel hungry, but it just feels queasy. It feels like it's just a part of you that's along for the ride, like your arms or your legs. It's weird.
I did get to see film of the mass that Notre Dame had for my family and I. That was so very nice and unexpected. I recognized so many people and I want to thank you all for coming and doing that for us. I'm sure Father Doyle even had some sign work for Donna to attend to afterwards. But it was very nice....and thank you again to all those who put that together and took the time out of your work for me and my family. Thank you all very much!
Donna also sent me a cool shirt in the mail today. It says "Certified Leukemia Butt-Kicker" on it. So, thank you for that Donna!
Well, after having another dose of anti-nausea meds, I think I'm going to take a nap. I know Katie is anxious to watch last night's episode of Battlestar Gallacticia, so I better make sure I have enough 'awake' in me to do it!
Jonathon out.
You are most welcome for the shirt, even though you are already kickin' ass and taking names!
ReplyDeleteI agree on the taste of prednisone, and that nasty taste lingers on and on. Personally I would have napped through Battlestar.
ReplyDeleteKeep eating, exercising and butt kicking.