My night last night after dosing on steroids was long and uneventful, and didn't include sleeping. I looked up lots of stuff on the internet, like places that make murals out of photographs. You can get a 8 ft by 5 ft mural for less than $300, doesn't that seem cheap? Out of boredom, I took a shower at 4 am. While I thought I slept approximately zero minutes, Bob says he did hear me snoring occasionally. (He was apparently sleeping soundly all night, so I don't know when that happened.)
The chemo story today was also long and uneventful. We were at the hospital from 9 am to 3 pm. The things that made it long were boring, like the lab switching over to a new system and being way behind. (My oncologist has to see my blood work to make sure I'm healthy enough to get poisoned.)
Because we kept the steroid train rolling today, I'm still awake and feeling good! Now, for the next two days, I have to remember to close the lid on the toilet after I pee -- and flush twice, so Bob doesn't catch my chemo. He kissed me tonight and then complained his lips were burning. It might be too late for him.
I hatched a new plan with my oncologist, and that plan involves narcotics for pain. Regular, stay-ahead-of-the-pain consumption on the bad days, not finally taking some when I can't stand it any more. And I will be pulling back my steroid use in the future, as these steroids are mainly used to combat nausea. I really didn't have a nausea problem at all last time, and I have four other anti-nausea drugs in my drug basket if needed. Narcotics are good. Steroids are gross. I'm excited about the new plan.
I got a nice hand massage from a very, very chatty volunteer. Judy is a retiree, and a breast cancer survivor. She really wanted me to take home the catalogue of the store with bras and fake boobs, and be sure to have my oncologist write me a prescription for falsies so I could get some free. Still too great a price to pay for wearing a bra, for any reason, ever again.