4th treatment, same as last time (pretty much)

Stubborn port again, but we were able to clear it and move along. Stuff would go IN, it just didn't want to come OUT. And since we have to test my blood before they'll let me have more chemo, (wait, like, it's some sort of privilege?) we have to get it to give it up, or we're looking at a needle stick. Bad enough I've got to walk around with this piece of plastic in me, reminding me every second of every day that I'm not normal. But lets add a needle stick to that while we're at it, okay? Not so much.

Anyway, I was alone for this one. Just the way it turned out. Twin1 had been already, so I didn't feel like I could make him come. Twin2 was sick (just a sore throat, but, not allowed) as was my mom. And my bestie, Betty, was out of town. Jupiter offered to come, but, I was really fine. I had the new socks just started, and I knew what I'd be doing with my time.

The benadryl made me super-sleepy, but I fought it and kept knitting. I didn't want to give up my knitting time. Or be caught snoring in the comfy chair.

Turned out okay - didn't make any knitting mistakes, and I managed to keep awake through the whole thing. Was a tad wobbly on my way to the bathroom a couple times, but I had the IV pole to hang onto, so I was fine. Uh huh. Fine.

This is how far I got with the new socks:

Not bad for just a few hours, right? And I got more done that night, after work.

I went back to work, after chemo. Right at this moment, I'm not sure I know exactly what I did for the couple of hours I was at the office that evening. Mostly office-type stuff, I guess. Not much in the way of client work, is what I mean. More admin and housekeeping/prep work for the month to come. Harmless stuff.

I worked the rest of the week as well. Mostly clear-headed until later Friday. But when I came home Friday, after feeling that I couldn't work another second at the office, I didn't get to sleep until well after midnight. Couldn't do any more desk work, but apparently I couldn't sleep yet, either. More than one kind of tired, I guess. I worked on a few projects from bed until I was finally nodding off.

Saturday and Sunday kind of blur together. There was sleeping, eating, watching some Netflix. And I went to the grocery store Saturday evening. Only gone for 1/2 hour, but it totally knocked me out. Got my ice cream, though, so I was happy.

Lots of tasty meals came our way, with some cute Easter lamb cookies from one neighbor. How sweet of them to give us that little bit of Easter! I was touched.

Back to work Monday, for about 1/2 day, but my mind wasn't totally clear, and I was tired and yawning all day.

Much better today. Except for that nasty taste in my mouth, combined with a feeling like the inside of my mouth has been roughed up with sand paper or something. Getting real tired of sucking on lemon drops or chewing gum, I tell you.

And this time, my fingernails hurt. All of them. Even my toes. It's like how they hurt when you've been using them (unwisely, I'm sure) to unpick a stubborn knot in your shoelaces. Do you know that feeling? Like I've used every single last fingernail and toenail like they were pliers or something, pinching with just the nail ends, and pulling at something. Except of course, I haven't. Even if I had, how would I have done that with my toenails? Not possible. But that's how they feel. It almost hurts to type. Wonder how long it will last?