I won't even try to describe Saturday in detail except to say I'm glad that day is over. I felt better in one sense in that I was so exhausted on Friday, I slept nearly 10 hours that night and awoke better rested on Saturday. And with that observation, I end the positive points of Saturday. All day and into the evening I sailed on that boat that just rocked to the left, then rocked to the right, took a swell up, then took the swell down, back to the left, over to the right....whoa, I need to stop or I'll get nauseous again. That's how it was the whole day. I forced myself to eat throughout the day even though the thought of food was unappealing. I have learned, and confirmed by a very 'Wise' friend, that the days are worse on an empty stomach. If you aren't throwing up....EAT, you need the energy!!!! Torture....there's new ice cream in the freezer....I can't eat cold food yet!
Sunday, 6:00 am - Morning....what is today going to be like? So far so good. Joints aren't aching. Stomach is settled. Maybe, just maybe, I've made it through the rough part of the weekend? I hope so.
9:00 am - Fixed Donna a little breakfast. She did a fantastic job on dinner last night. She made little mini-meat loaf patties that hit the spot. Small enough that I could eat one and be satisfied and not overeat, which I would have definitely done if she had made a regular loaf-size dinner. Perfect.
6:00 pm - Sort of a long day...knees ached some, energy low, but Tylenol helped. Went to church today and saw friends for a little while. Trying to avoid crowds in case I catch something. I think I am getting a pretty good picture of how the sessions are going to go, but I did experience a little bout of depression that I need to continually fight off.
8:00 pm - Well, winding down. All in all not a bad day. I'll try to hit the hay a little early tonight, I'm tired. Round 2 is done I'm glad to say, looking forward to the 'off week', build up my energy. I'm smarter now and know I have to keep working hard every week as I prepare for the next Round. Before I know it, my 'buddy' will be back....whirrr-click.
Years ago, when my brother was going through chemo, he told me that for him fighting off the depression was as big a battle as the cancer.
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