OK, so its not quite that dramatic, but this chemo cycle has been a complete bitch. The cumulative effect of six Triple Cocktails is rearing its ugly little alien head. I've managed to sleep, drool, and sweat this week, and not much else. I'll spare you the gory details.
Insomnia has been a thing this week ... maybe because I sleep most of the day. Anyway, my faithful companion keeps me company at 0400, even if I have to bribe her with Ginger Snap Cookies (which incidentally, seem to be the only thing that doesn't make me feel like I ate an alien).
But the good news is this is the last round. Just gotta get through this next week. Keep swimming, keep swimming, keep swimming.
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