What A Day

So I woke up this morning after sleeping 9 straight hours. That has not happened since I've been a guest of this fine hospital. I've always had to have my vitals taken at odd hours or blood drawn early in the morning. And the result was that I was in the best state of mind I'd been in since I got here. I practiced Spanish, updated this blog, watched some shows on the iPad, had some great visitors and generally just felt great. I had two fevers, but they were spread apart and not that intense. That was until about six o'clock. That when my body got it's ass kicked. My fever came back for a third time and this time it wasn't playing around. The shivers started and I began to bundle up. I started drinking lots of water to help hydrate myself and try and fight nemesis. Then I got s bloody nose. Great! Let's throw salt on the wound, shall we? Nothing is better than clogging tissue ball after wadded up tissue ball inside a nostril. It feels great. So I'm shaking from my fever and my nose is bleeding and then the headache sets in. Now, I've never had a migrain before, but I would say this was in the ballpark. I had to shut off all the lights and lay completely still. And I couldn't move my eyes. It felt as though every time I turned to grab my water my brain was being kicked. Thankfully this pain began to subside about two hours later.

And to think the next chemo I take is gonna be even stronger. This is gonna be a difficult road. I'm gonna do it, of course, but this is gonna be far from easy. At least I got two weeks under the belt.

Let's see what tomorrow's got in store. It's got to be better than this evening. Ok, headache is creeping back. Over and out.