When I posted last Thursday morning, I did not realize that the full effects of the chemotherapy do not materialize immediately. Things got progressively worse that day, culminating in me having to leave the Thanksgiving dinner table at a friend's house because I thought I was going to hurl. Luckily I made it home quickly and took some medicine and the queasiness subsided. I actually made it through this whole course without vomiting which I am claiming as a victory.
A lot of people have been asking how I felt after my first treatment, and I have discovered that describing the chemo "sickness" is actually really difficult. It is sort of like a bad hangover in that you just feel generally awful and don't want to move an inch, but it lasts several days and sort of comes in waves. The easiest way I have found to describe it is just to say "You feel like total shit." Mornings were much better...by the afternoons I was a miserable piece of man. What was most surprising to me was that I felt the worst 48-72 hours after the treatment. I have been told this is because the steroids they give you as part of the regimen begin to work their way out of your system. Luckily my dad bought me a really sweet leather Lay-Z-Boy where I spent most of this time watching the entire first season of Showtime's The Tudors which is surprisingly excellent despite its poor production value.
Dad and I are off to Chicago tomorrow morning for some much needed R&R while I am still feeling relatively well and my immune system is not yet totally wrecked. Should be a good time considering I am finally starting to feel like a normal human being again. I've been hitting up the gym these past few good days, and it is amazing how weak I am and how easily I tire. I guess this is to be expected, but it is still odd to do half my normal weights and be exhausted. Oh well.
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