How quickly things can change

Friday was a great day! I felt good all day and radiation went without a hitch. Angie and Hannah had us over for dinner, too. All was good.

When we got home from dinner, Shasta had a present for us. Lucky us.

Later in the evening, I noticed that I had a painful bump on the side of my head. That has not changed. The post-shot rash seemed not to subside, either. I didn't feel too great when I went to bed.

Saturday morning came all too early. I felt like I was hit by a bus. Sore pretty much everything from the shoulders up. Short of patience, too. Oh, and I couldn't stand for anything to touch the rash on my stomach. I'm not exactly a great candidate for the low rise jeans/midriff shirt look.

But, if you see tube tops, yes tube tops, those horrible 70s refugees of the clothing world, for sale anywhere, let me know. I promise, you'll never, ever have to see it (save inside your own twisted subconscious which has conjured this unattractive image to visit you when you least expect it...) I need it to wear during radiation under my gown. Flat on my back for 30 minutes + sternotomy = discomfort. I have attempted doctoring two different exercise bras with little success. Apparently when you cut the shoulder straps, the necessary tensile strength for the task is compromised.

It was a long day of uncomfortable being not too productive. Kelly and the girls did plenty.

My mouth is now feeling like it was shredded. My tongue feels like I burned the whole top on a giant piece of cheese pizza and the taste buds are all on vacation. Swallowing is uncomfortable.

Down 3.5 pounds in two days. EEEKKK!!

Fortunately, I have enough food experience to pretend the food tastes like something. Who knew all those years of stress eating and mindless consumption would finally pay off?

At least today I feel better. Not great, but like a functioning human being with an interest in the world around me. Yesterday at one point I told Kelly, "I feel like punching something, but I just don't have the strength to lift my arm." That pretty much sums up my frustration.

We are on the homeward stretch of the Bat Mitzvah plans. Just the last minute things to get and confirm and two more rooms to clean (and the ever present, for damnit laundry...) Karina is approaching freak out stage. I suppose this wouldn't be a good time to run out of anti-anxiety meds. Here's a group prayer that the stress doesn't initiate a first visit from her aunt and I don't mean one from Las Vegas...

For those of you we will be seeing this weekend, we can't wait. For those of you we won't see, you will be missed.

Now the cat is vomiting (which is all me-- I'm vomit) and Karissa poured bubbles all over Karina's desk chair and the car battery is dead. Your life pales by comparison, doesn't it?

I'll touch base with more excitement in a few days.

Kiara

PS- Anybody have a good recipe to use up a gallon bag of frozen blueberries?