1. This morning my feet are swollen. Lots of edema. They even feel fat. Was I on them too much yesterday? Obviously, we see here evidence that the poisons continue their work, though we are getting farther in time from the last tx.
2. Fell up the stairs at Lisa's, no matter being as careful as I could be. Much better than falling down the stairs, thank-you-very-much. But, nevertheless, I feel like a clumsy bastard. In saving myself, my jersey-covered arm sought the nearest newel post, raked by it and I hit my shoulder on it. Result: Just sore, I thought. Yet, a couple minutes later, I could feel wetness under my shirt and, upon checking, found that I had scraped the skin from my forearm which was bleeding into my shirtsleeve. The next day my trapezius (shoulder?) muscle was and is black-and-blue, and I have a mysterious blood blister on my other arm, too. Where it came from I have no idea. I wonder how soon (if?) they will go away.
3. I am having to be seriously careful this week with hot and cold. The membranes of my body are very sensitive and I am surprised this condition is hanging on so long.
4. I am quick to erupt, my family points out to me. In typical manic fashion I deny it and say it is they who are over reacting. Uh oh.
The chemo-enhanced life goes on.
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