Well, well, well. Pretty much sums it up.
I lazed around in bed some of the morning, expecting to feel icky but didn't, much. Took ALL the anti sickness pills, had several drinks, ramped it up (ooooh, daring) to a little Heinz tomato soup and later onto a small bowl of my frozen lentil soup.
I felt OK. Hey, who'd have thought? Certainly not me.
Later, I braved going out to the supermarket with R. I found some new fluffy pyjamas AND managed to shop. And didn't collapse when I got home.
How can chemo 4 be better than any of the others? I kept expecting some sort of ill effect to kick in but nothing did. OK, the steroids DID keep me up half the night and I did need to up the anti sickness meds by the evening but nothing major.
Later, R's mate came round. I felt a prat sitting in my pj's in front of a bloke I don't know. Totally weirded out when he put his arm around me and pecked me on the cheek. He's a nurse, so I understand the compassion, but, really, NO!!!
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