I couldn’t stand for more than three seconds without feeling faint and dizzy. That walking ten meters was a hundred yard dash for me. That getting up off my bed was one thing, it was low then, I wasn’t even good at getting up from it when I was healthy, but transferring from the chair to the bed sometimes resulted in me falling into it. That my appetite shrank so much eating was like trying to fit my meals into a space no larger than my pocket. I’m not like that anymore, like I was the first time I got out, but I’m still far from healthy. I may not be on chemo for now, but recovery is a long process. A long ways away. Message to self: don’t fucking push it.
Got Costco today. Pizza. The pizza I’ve blogged about so many times already you’d think it was the BMN. But then there’s shopping and it’s Costco. Do everything you can to rest during it. Break it down to stretches of walking you can handle.
I have a feeling the next post is going to be about pizza, exhaustion.
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