Tuesday a horrible day fullstop. Not much to write today and not because I still feel ill, because I did so little whilst fighting the wrath of a "buttercup" headache. It's not often I have a really bad day, but this was it. Had an awful nights sleep and woke up with said headache and in one hell of a mood. Hubby didn't speak at all before he left for work (probably out of fear) but that just upset me more....whatever he did wouldn't have been right of course.....but I was in tears as the kids left for school and I blamed it on my headache (ooooooh is my nose growing). Jack was still in bed after catching the dreaded lurgy that is spreading through our household. Time for my chemo.....I tapped the pills out of the pot and into my hand and cried...I didn't want to take them today. Wonder if I could just put them down the sink and no-one would know but me! Anyway I did take them, swallowed with copious mouthfulls of Ashbeck Mountain Spring carbonated mineral water. However, the foul taste of the tablets still manage to reach my mouth within seconds and I glug more water to suppress the gag reflex! I now have to wait an hour before I can eat and I also decide I will take some steroids today, which have to be taken with food....so an hour later I am forcing down a bowl of muesli and 2mgs of Dexamethasone.
I feel pants, no other word for it, but I take myself to Tesco's hoping the walk and fresh air will do me good and thinking of something for dinner will take my mind off my headache. I grabbed some fresh pasta for the kids - four cheese tortellini and a packet of Beef & Red Wine Ravioli for Tony. I couldn't face pasta so picked up a large baking potato for me.
Back home and my head was - hard to decribe, its nothing like a normal headache, its just there whatever you do, lay, sit, stand, sleep......I turned off my computer instead of leaving it on standby all day as I knew I wasn't going to want to sit at stare at the monitor with the headache, not long after Jack came down for some lunch, so we ate together and watched an episode of Bones (I always liked David Borealez in Angel) and when Jack went upstairs to do some coursework, I sprawled across our two seater sofa (Dexter was asleep in the middle of our 3 seater one) and before I knew it I was waking myself by snoring (shhhhhhh thats between us, I vehemently deny it to my family) and found Ollie had worked his way beneath my legs and was curled up asleep with me. I slept on and off until 3.27pm, kinda shocked because even after brain surgery I struggled to sleep through the day....but I must have needed it. Buttercup was still raging but I didn't want the kids and Tony to come home and see me looking "ill" so I dragged myself into the kitchen and did the small amount of washing up there was. Put the kettle on to boil and had a cuppa coffee waiting as Tony walked through the door. He came and gave me a cuddle and we didn't have to say anything.
Fed the kids early after Jack started complaining of wasting away at 4.30pm....but I made him wait until 5pm because otherwise he will be hungry again by 7pm. Tony got himself ready for karate and off he went. I had my jacket spud with butter and cheese around 6.30pm and started to feel a little better....buttercup was finally wearing herself out. Tony came home just after 7.30pm and did his own pasta. We spent the rest of the evening watching tv and I just about made it to 10pm and back to bed exhausted from doing nothing really!
