The last few days have been kinda rough. I missed all day Monday ... managed to work Tuesday 10:15-4:00. I have no idea how I drove to work and back. I don't think I'm going to try that again either. I'll just have to book both Monday & Tuesday after chemo that I'm going to be off work.
Everything inside of me is getting killed. I'm feeling it.
I got home yesterday and went straight to bed. Matt came home from school around 8pm and was distraught that I hadn't taken my medicine or eaten. Getting hard to eat. Not hungry and that metallic taste is back. So, looks like I'll need a babysitter on Tuesday after.
I'm feeling sorry for myself and I don't want to. I really don't want to do this anymore. But I have to.