Where did Tuesday go?

On the back of Monday's normalness, yesterday was terribly disappointing. I was very pathetic. I actually can't remember much because I was so vague and tired that it went past in a blur. I sat in the lounge chair a lot, trying to keep my eyes open and play "Tinkerbell and the Prince" with Maesie but it just wasn't happening. I did manage to feed the children and I did get them dressed but that was about it. Dave was out till lunchtime and it was hard going, but we all survived.

Once Dave got home I had a rest and then we packed some gear and headed off to his parent's place. We had a tasty roast for tea and then Dave and I headed off to Ross Noble. We were both so tired it was kind of silly to be going out in a way, but it was nice to be together for a little while and to have a good chuckle. I was glad that I was well enough to go and I enjoyed being out, pretending everything is just fine and dandy.

Today I am okay - not as good as Monday, but not as bad as yesterday. I feel tired and a bit weak and shaky, but not as totally pathetic as yesterday.

I realise that many of these blog entries are quite boring because they really only record what I/we did, whether I had a blood test, how my energy levels were, whether Maesie ate her vegetables etc etc. I do have quite a few things buzzing in my head to write but it ends up being late at night or I just feel too vague to get them down properly. In one sense, I guess I don't care that all this lacks interest and insight because part of the reason for putting it here is just as a record of 'the lymphoma days'.