Three more to go.
The weekend was rough on several levels, especially yesterday. The fatigue deepened another layer, to the point where when I came off the needle and we walked, oh, 200 yards,
shelly_rae and calendula_witch nearly had to carry me home.
On the other hand, the bottle ritual went well.
Downsides other than fatigue...
shelly_rae hit her head while loading her car to depart, so badly she had to spend another, unplanned night here. This after a somewhat challenging weekend including a very near-miss incident with a careless motorist that put her bike in the shop and came within millimeters of putting her under the tires of a pair of buffoons who waved at her and sped away. This while she was in a clearly-marked bike lane they apparently felt was intended for their use.For my part, I had no lower GI activity between Thursday morning and Sunday evening. A suppository got a bit of movement Sunday, but less than a third of my daily norms. This morning shows no evidence so far of renewed movement. This is an issue both for the obvious reasons (constipation is No Fun) and because my need to eat almost continuously is being severely challenged with my upper GI being essentially shut down by the back up. If I don't eat every ninety minutes to two hours these next few days, the chemo side effects blossom into some pretty horrible stuff. If I don't have a bowel movement, I can't eat, because the pipe is full.
Grr. And I'd been doing relatively well with GI lately.
Meanwhile, another photo from yesterday.
Life on chemo. It's still life.
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