After being the Energizer Bunny on Steroids for the past 5 days, with a nice clean house, too, I might add, I can't seem to get out of my own way now. Another of God's funny little ha-ha's. And, believe me, he has thrown a few of these my way. Let's start with food. I'm supposed to be eating 4-6 small meals a day. By the time I finish eating and wash out the dish...ooops, it's time to eat again. Then, we'll throw you a taste curve ball. I haven't decided what that burning taste is going on in my mouth, but nothing tastes like it should. My meal time entertainment has consisted of trying to guess what I'm eating. I couldn't tell the difference between chicken, broccoli, potato chips nor pizza, it all has the same burning sensation. The only thing that tastes like it should it a nice cuppa tea with milk.
Science was never my strong-suit, and, even, Newton needed the apple to hit him in the head to discover the laws of gravity, but the Queen of Grand Delusion knows that what goes up...will come down....when you least expect it. Bailey and I have played throw the tennis ball long enough to know this is a fact. I finally went back to work yesterday. I really thought that I would jump right back in and just be my normal self (hence that royal title). Was the walk always that far from the parking lot to the building? Did the hallways get longer while I was gone? Did they add a few more steps on the staircase? I found myself saying, "Just put one foot in front of the other" over and over. I've felt better with a hang-over.
It was nice to see everyone again. And, I must have trained them right, because everyone told me how good I looked. You know, just that right pause when saying it, too. If you say it too fast, it sounds forced. If there is too much of a delay, you know they just felt the need to say something. Did they think I was on vacation?????
I am now dog-assed tired (so this is what it feels like, eh, Bailey?). You know, when you want to sleep for days and sleep just won't come. You try to will yourself to sleep and you are even more wide awake. The more you crave sleep, the whinier you get. Yep, that was me. Hard to believe, huh?Hey, Debbie Macomber, if you are reading my Blog, I have enjoyed reading your books.
I did have a little victory party this morning when I actually slept through the night. Six hours of uninterrupted sleep. I was so happy that I called my Mom. We squealed with delight. Did she feel like this when I was a baby? I'm sure I was the perfect child, right, Mom?
I know this doesn't compare with taking the last few stitches to finishing a quilt nor sewing on the binding, but I'm grabbing for any small victory in the "Kim Column". So, for now, I will have to live vicariously through other's blogs and I will do a victory dance at your accomplishments. So, bring it on. I need a new pair of dancing shoes!
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'Some days you are the statue and some days you are the pigeon'! Please don't be hard on yourself! Rest up as best, and as often, as you can. You are doing great!
Hugs to you and Bailey. Lynda :o)
You're one tough cookie!!!
I suck at dancing so my dancing shoes will do you no good. All you can do it take it one day at a time and do the best you can.
You sound like it is a bit of a crash after the high of the steriods. Rest lots and lots. Too bad about the food tasting weird - that's no fun at all.
My stepmom said the same thing about food. Mostly, she complained about a metallic taste in her mouth. Be sure that you keep up with the salt water rinse. That's very important. I went out and bought my stepmother some rice pudding that helps me through times of nausea. Sounds weird, I know. But I can't tell you how many people I've suggested it to over the years and they've all said at times, that it's all they've been able to eat. For a few weeks, that's all my stepmom could manage at times. It's very simple. Milk, eggs, rice, vannilla and sugar. It's called Kozy Shack Rice Pudding. Hopefully they have it, or something similar where you are. It's smooth, cool and soothing. I wish I could make it all better. I need to take a blog break for awhile, but I'm here listening and sending you good thoughts. I really care Kim, and I'm going to keep checking in on you.
xo
Lena
Know that metalic taste. I often cooked a roast before chemo. Afterwards I made roast beef sandwiches covered with Kosher Dill Pickle slices and Miracle Whip Salad Dressing. That tasted almost like it was suppose to taste.
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Sorry to hear of the disappointing after-effects following the "high". When I'm confronted with things like this I wonder what God is teaching me, there's always a lesson and I am always trying to learn them. (Sometimes more successfully than others...) Bailey is one adorable 'sleeping beauty'. Wishing you peaceful sleep!
Woo hoo....6 hours of sleep! I'll be praying for 9!!! :) Clean house, books read, tennis ball throwing...it's all good. ;) Glad you are back to work and things are going fine. It's nice to get back into the old routine, even if it includes work. :)
Oh my God, Kim - what you've been going through while I've been unable to read blogs. Oh my friend - I'm so sorry I've not been here with supportive words for you. Sounds like you are doing marvelously well however - and having such a marvelous sense of humor will go such an incredibly long way toward regaining your health. Know that I'm sending loads and loads of cyber hugs and healing thoughts your way now that I know what's up. So glad nurse Bailey has been taking care of you.
Your reaction to the prednisone is exactly what mine was the couple times I had to take it. I figured I'd never sleep again!
I'm so proud of you - you will conquer this with flying colors - I know you will!
Oh Kim, wish I could give you big real life hugs! So cyber hugs it has to be ((((0)))). And I am sure Bailey will provide just the right sloppy kisses to go with the hugs.
Good vibes your wayXXXXX
Keep up the good work.
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