I think I'm on the mend.
Today, I don't feel like a 90 year old woman, I feel more like a 75 year old.
That shows improvement.
I'm cautiously optimistic that the pain will start fading, and the joints un stiffen soon and I will be able to walk on my own.
The first 2 days after chemo weren't really that bad, mostly I felt nauseated and crampy. Sort of like my worst period ever combined with pregnancy queasiness.
Brad made bacon for breakfast and I vomited. How's that for a 'thank you?' Not that I didn't appreciate the effort, but the smell sent me over the top.
Then, on day 3 my limbs started feeling heavy and stiff. I felt like I had just ran a marathon... yeah, as if that would ever happen. Still, nothing too disturbing, just sore and uncomfortable.
Until 10 pm on day 3. That is when it shifted from uncomfortable to unbearable. I felt the type of pain I cannot describe accurately. Deep inside my bones. Pain from the inside out. Everything hurt, even my teeth, my guts.
Day 4 remained the same, where I was immobilized still by my body. Walking to the bathroom became a field trip out of bed. It took two of us, and about 10 minutes to walk 5 steps.
This morning is day 5.
I woke up feeling a little better.
Like I said, less like a 90 year old and more like a 75 year old.
I walked to the bathroom all by myself.
That in itself is worth celebrating.