Jittery, skittery, tiny little nano-mites crawling up and down my arms. Walk a few feet and out of breath, heart beating, beating, too big, too loud, heaving chest, need to rest. No more steroids for me, I'd rather puke. Or go back to the meds that give me headaches. This is awful... can hardly type, finger jitters.
Little boy upstairs with 102.7° sleeping in my bed. Don't feel thoroughly equipped to help him, never felt like that before.
Bad days. No likey. Must remind myself this is chemo week one, different from other cycles, but must be patient. Let seconds tick by until minutes, until hours, until a few days from now and I feel a little better.