Tomorrow it is...chemo day at last

I've decided tomorrow will be the day I take my chemotherapy drugs for the first time. I only have to take it 1 day a week, but since I don't know how much it will affect my body, I want to make sure I take it when I don't have to worry about being sick at work or anything else. I've decided Friday night will be the best time.

Annyka will be at her father's; Saturday we are going to my pseudo-daughter (that's a not-quite-stepdaughter) cheerleading competition, but it's near my parents' house so I can always go there if I need to rest. I don't want to take any chances and be sick on Monday or Tuesday for the big training at work that I have been spending way too much time and manpower on.

The detox is nearly done. Only three more days. It wasn't really all that challenging for me. I didn't eat fast food (except for a couple subs at catered events); I had no caffeine or alcohol. Plenty of veggies, more fruit than normal for me, whole-grains and a lot of food from Trader Joe's! I'd probably feel better if I went suffering from congestion in my chest. I kind of fell off the exercise wagon a little bit this week with all the extra work I've been doing. I've only done the Shred once this week and couch to 5K twice, but I think the week will close out okay.

Wish me health.

Did you read it?

I feel like I'm spinning my wheels.

Do people really think I send out work emails just because I enjoy doing it? Can anyone follow written instructions? Seriously? Didn't we learn that in first grade? I want to put a sign up on my desk that says "Just read what was sent and let me get back to work." Or maybe the slightly more snarky: "What did the directions say?" I'm not in the mood today.

More than once someone has said "I don't remember getting your email..." actually I know you got it, you just didn't bother reading it. I'm glad the things I say seem so insignificant to everyone else.

I think I need some sleep, or hard liquor. blech.