Saturday 29 November 2008

The Fall


After the two days of terminal nausea, I've just been tired. Flattened. Steam-rollered. Crevée. (Means flattened in French and, for some reason that I cannot fathom, is a Bad Word.) Mostly, after I've managed to get dressed, I lie on the sofa and read. And sleep.

Two days ago, I wondered why I've been using Fungizone as a mouthwash every night (and then, according to instructions, swallowing it), so I stopped. Yesterday, mouth ulcers returned.

I'm getting something for my white blood cells, maybe next month I should ask for something for my red cells.

And I asked about jogging! Ha ha ha!

At least if I'm telling you I feel rotten, you should believe me when I tell you I don't.

Apologies to all I owe e-mails.

5 comments:

  1. When I was a kid we played a card game called Mille Bornes. Crevee meant you had a flat tire and had to stop unless you had the remedy card. If I dig among my old stuff in the basement I may can find you one.
    I didn't know it was a bad word. Merde!

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  2. I played that game! And it is a flat tire -- it's O.K. to say it then. Do send remedy.

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  3. Well, it would be nice to have this terminal nausea STOP! That is one of the worst feelings in the world. I'm sorry you've been feeling so crappy.And mouth ulcers? That would be a side affect of the Chemo? I should keep a list of these things, between you and my other friend. Sheesh.
    Here's to feeling better soon!

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  4. Sorry to hear you're feeling so crappy. Maybe it's your body's way of telling you that jogging would not be a good idea at this point.

    Ok, ok, I believe you. Now hurry up and feel better.

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  5. Sorry to hear you're feeling so rotten.
    Go rest, hopefully you'll feel better soon.
    Karen

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