still sick :(

I've been composing this in my sleep because I've been too bloody ill to move. Have decided to rant today.

Literally.

So this morning I cracked and had a little whinge. It's just too frustrating. That Blue Bladge I felt fraudulent using? Yesterday, I could hardly make it around one shop and back to the car. I think my counts must be crashing early so that I spent the day sick and breathless, and moving at a snail's pace. I didn't sleep all night due to the pain in my left arm, and the old costochondritis feeling like a heart attack...

I still feel like crap, so not blogging much today either. I'm not curled up in a ball, but not far off it.

This is too utterly annoying and depressing for words! But before you get all bloody sympathetic with me, forget it! It'll only make me worse! The only thing to do is to keep going and I keep hearing about the bitterer the medicine, and this chemo lark, is certainly bitter. It's like the accounts I was reading in the Lance Armstrong books before I started - and they've all been there too. I'm not the first, or sadly the last.

I kept a diary last cycle and was equally screwed at this time the first weekend, so it should clear again by tomorrow. And the pain - at least the medicine is working and the nerves are coming back to life, eh!

Yes. Tomorrow is going to be a good day and I will do something nice.

Maybe even get some bloody writing done, eh! PhD novelist blog. HA HA HA! What a larf!!!!