That’s me on Wednesday, the last time I felt good. By Wednesday night it was pretty clear that I had caught my son’s cold (he was home sick on Tuesday). Actually, I don’t know if I caught my son’s cold or picked up germs from the event I was at last Saturday.
The thing is, I don’t feel like I have cancer. Other than after my Neulasta shot, I’ve been feeling pretty good. The big tell, I guess, that I’m sick is that I don’t quite have the taste for alcohol as I did pre-chemo, and I get tired more quickly.
So, while many were surprised that I made it to last Saturday’s event, I didn’t see it as such a big deal. Until I got the cold. And I immediately began to wonder if I had overdone it. I don’t typically get full-blown colds. Don’t get me wrong, I get runny noses, and coughs, and sneezing, but only once in a blue moon do I get the I-cannot-breathe-through-my-nose-so-I’ve-become-a-mouth-breather cold.
Its been quite pathetic. I’ve gone through at least three boxes of tissues. My lips and nose are chapped. I can’t quite taste my food. And I just don’t feel well enough to do anything, but I don’t feel so bad that I need to sleep all day. So my days have been spent binging on crime-show reruns, Lifetime movies, and iPad games; obsessively checking Facebook and Instagram; and pathetic attempts at napping.
Clearly, a fairly pathetic existence … but I hope to be back to myself this week. I have been brainstorming how to approach my “Beauty” posts, and looking forward to feeling up to actually applying makeup. Stay tuned my friends …