Being off chemo hasn't been the fantastic joyride I was led to believe it is. Every morning of the past two weeks I've rolled out of bed feeling like I was beaten all night with a baseball bat. Achy, stiff, can't wake up. Sorry to sound so whiny. Acupuncture hasn't helped, though I'm told by the acupuncturist that it's drug withdrawals. Yeah, I guess it's a bit like Trainspotting. Waiting for some positive effect on the scalp and maybe some hair growth (it would be nice to go capless in the summer).
The process of home buying is kicking my ass. I don't know what it is, it wasn't like this in 2003. Maybe it's the pressure the hubster's exerting—it's like some race he's in and I'm the sled-dog getting mushed. I came to Idaho (with him) to try to escape a little…alas, nothing like the computer and cell phones to keep it coming. I'm beginning to resent all this connectedness. Good thing is, the hotel bed has decreased my pain quite a bit. Probably that and the partial escape.
I feel like a bum, vegging out in the hotel all day. I'm supposed to hang out with the associate's wife, but I dunno, I feel kinda lazy. It's work to be around people you don't know very well. It would be good for hubster's business relationship I guess…
I probably need to get out more, quit whining about my little life!