French Word(s) of the Day: les éléphants (lays el-eh-fawn)- elephants
The second chemo session hit me a little harder than the first. I had a headache before it had finished, so I’d already guessed this might be the case.
I woke up the next night feeling like an elephant was sitting on my chest. While elephants are my favorite animal, I’d much prefer it if a much smaller animal was sitting on me… like a bunny.
It turned out to be intense heartburn, and I’ve been banned from eating chocolate and spicy foods around chemo time and had my medicine increased. (I’m allergic to some forms of heartburn medication because I’m allergic to everything- including myself- so my doctor had a hard time figuring out what to do about it.)
That’s right- chocolate. OH THE INHUMANITY! Take my arm, my leg, my hair, but not my ability to eat chocolate!!!
Don’t worry, everyone. It’s only for about 3 days after chemo. I’ve already had some chocolate since then. Actually, I’ve had a lot of chocolate. And cake. And chocolate cake.
I could tell I looked bad at work on Thursday because everyone kept asking me if I was okay. Having elephants on your chest is serious business. My boss asked me if I wanted to leave for the day, but if there’s anything more stubborn than an elephant, it’s someone with an elephant on their chest.
For everyone who’s worried I’m pushing myself too hard, I managed just fine. It was an easy day and I went home and rested directly afterwards.
Thursday was my only truly bad day. I’ve been a bit tired, but everything’s been manageable. I think I’ve figured out all my food triggers. (My food triggers: anything that tastes good.) It’s very scientific, being sick. Lots of trial and error and experiments over here. I’m considering getting a lab coat to wear around the house with “It’s always lupus” written in purple script where the doctor’s name typically goes.
Everyone has just been so supportive throughout everything. I do read everyone’s comments and I appreciate them. Among other things, my aunt got me ginger beers for work, my lovely godmother made me my own meal at a party on Sunday, and my parents and Alyssa came over to help me clean. I haven’t really had the energy to tidy up, and it’s been LOVELY to have a clean, put-together room. (I have room to dance around in my purple tutu!) My family and friends are one fabulous bunch, let me tell you.