I spent the last day or so in the clutches of a norovirus, complete with vomiting and diarrhea, a most unpleasant episode. It struck in the wee hours of Monday morning. I finally called Howard at 5 am to minister to me, rousing him out of a deep sleep. He called the doctor on call at NW Cancer Specialists who said that it probably wasn’t chemo related, that it was a virus, and I probably caught it at NWCS since many of the doctors had it as well. It’s highly contagious. What a miserable experience. I lost three pounds in 24 hours, another episode in the Glamour By Death Diet. Of course, much of it is fluid loss. I was so ill I couldn’t keep water down for a while.
I suppose I should feel fortunate that this happened before my trip to San Diego rather than during it. It’s yet another occasion to play the Pollyanna Glad Game, I suppose.
Other than this norovirus, which dominated my existence, not much else is going on. I’m about to be buried by the junk in my room. I don’t have the energy to dig my way out at present. I look forward to the day when I have normal energy.
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Oh Seiza! I hope you start feeling better soon! That's terrible that you've caught a virus on top of having to have chemo:< Hang in there!
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