Hi, everybody,
I'm back again, but considerably weaker now. I've been inundated with nursing personnel from Home Health, and their visits take more out of me than the meds I'm taking. Food is still a challenge for me, because I keep staring at full cupboards and trying to think of anything that would tempt my tastebuds. My appetite has gone steadily down, as has my appetite. I look at the fridge and the cupboards and shudder at the thought. I'm tired all the time, but can't seem to sleep. This is a most annoying disease! I try to find food to tempt my palate, but nothing looks interesting. I used to love scalloped potatoes and BBQ spareribs, but I just can't be bothered to do more than open another can of soup.
I miss all the chats I used to have with you. Chatting with you was so interesting, and I really enjoyed it. But I'm so tired all the time with all the meds I have to take that it is hard to focus on conversation. I also have a very annoying home nurse that shows up two to three times a week to check on me. I don't mind being checked on, but I loathe her patronizing attitude. She seems to restrict her chats to two syllable words, in case I can't grasp anything larger. Being patronized is one of my chief annoyances, but she is the home link to the nurses and doctors. Cancer doesn't automatically mean that I am brain-dead, just seriously inconvenienced physically.
I've noticed that pain is intruding on my addiction to reading. I love to read, but the pills fog my brain. I wind up re-reading books and newspapers because my ability to concentrate is disturbed by clock-watching to take my pills at the required time. Sleep is also disturbed by the need to take meds at certain times, so cat-naps are my only option. One good thing that happens is I can read the same paragraph a couple of times over and it looks new to me!
Time to go back for another cat-nap with my cats. One of the luxuries I never used to indulge in, but now are pleasurable. Hope someone is reading this, and will respond.
