You are getting chemo.
Both will make you TIRED. Really, really TIRED.
GET OVER IT! Understand it. Move on.
Or, so I keep telling myself.
Yesterday was another tired day, due to lack of sleep on Saturday night. I think I made up for that last night. I feel much better this a.m.
I rallied after some phenergan. Miracle stuff, that phenergan. So, by 4ish, I was feeling better.
Read for a little while. (A W.E.B. Griffin novel set in WWII, New Orleans, Argentina, spies, Germans, etc--one of my favorite kinds of "reads".)
I was especially interested in it because during the end of the war, my uncle, Jim Marlow, happened to be in New Orleans where they were having an auction of stuff that had been on its way to the ex-pat Germans in Argentina for Christmas.
I can't remember if the ship (submarine) had been captured but I don't think it would have been blown up or the items wouldn't have been intact.
He brought home pony cart that could be pedaled. The pony was a huge stuffed animal, I think a Steiff. We (my cousins, Rudd and Jimmy) and neighbors (Polly, Vicki, Ellen Newton) would pedal that thing all around 15th Avenue. The legs moved the pony like it was picking them up and putting them down. A magnificent toy.
I wish I knew what happened to it.
I wish I could pedal it right out of the hospital today...or at least up and down the halls!
Take care and have a wonderful Monday.
Love,
Penny
