Week after chemo.
Fatigue – not the same as tired, tired I understand. Fatigue is completely exhausted for no reason. I have a really hard time getting my head around this. I have to sit down to brush my teeth, because standing up for such a long time is impossible. Who is this person? Where is the woman I used to be? She was so efficient and capable. The amount of things she would get done in a day, wow!
Bored. I never used to get bored, always something to do, places to go. Now I am living an almost completely isolated life. Because the white blood cell count is so low I risk getting infected with something if I go anywhere with people. And I love people. Love meeting old friends and making new ones. I love dining out. Love to travel. To speak and connect with people. I used to talk to strangers all the time. I used to be funny and uplifting.
Enhanced sence of smell. I can’t stand the smell of coffee, parfume, garlic, sweat etc etc. All the smells in the grocery shop, or bus, or subway are overwhelming. People stink, I stink.
Everything tastes like metal. I still eat my five small meals a day, but nothing tastes as it used to. Wine and cake, my big favourites (not necessarily together), can only be consumed in tiny, tiny amounts. And only because I resist letting go of them.
Mouth sores. Muscle pain. Joint pain. Headache. Freezing.
That’s all. Otherwise I am fine!
In a day or two this phase will be over and things go back to “normal”. I will hopefully get a good week before the next chemo.
But right now life is on hold. I miss me 😥