Out Of Sorts

Went to bed last night with a list made up of the errands I wanted to run today; feeling good about the past week - health wise - but didn’t sleep well. Bad dreams and body soreness (from the Chemo) were the obvious reasons.

Needless to say, I felt out of sorts, a bit sluggish this morning when I woke up. Even a cup of strong French-Press, dark roast didn’t shake me out of it. 

After an Ensure and a shower I felt better though still not up to par. Was going to the cafe for breakfast to see Sasha, but just couldn’t get moving. By the time I got to the Center for the Neupogen shot I was feeling more alert.  Everyone said I looked great, healthy, had good color, etc. Still something isn’t right. 

Received a phone call from the cleaners telling me that my dry cleaning - and the kilts - wouldn’t be ready until Tuesday.  “So many pleats!”, he said. I chuckled, but it’s really OK. I didn’t have the energy to drive over there, anyway.

I have a slight fever - 99.8 - but 99.+ has been my new normal for a few months now, so that doesn’t bother me.  Maybe I’ve been over exerting myself and it’s catching up due to the low blood count.  Dunno!  Just know I don’t like it.

I guess I still haven’t come to grips with the fact that I will have good days and bad days and I won’t know which is which until I wake up each morning.

Haven’t heard from the friends about our potential meeting today, but I don’t think I am up to any socializing this afternoon.  

Just rest and relaxation are on the gay agenda for the duration.

And so it goes.

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