After Sunday's crash and Monday's screaming bone pain, Tuesday was more tolerable. My legs and lower back still hurt pretty darn bad, but it was tolerable and I could work. My appetite was back, and I not only ate lunch, but also ate like crazy last night.
We're going to Mom's today for the fourth, so I'm glad to be feeling better. I made pasta salad last night, and Kevin and I put together a fruit salad this morning. We'll do hot dogs and brats, to minimize the time Kevin spends at the grill in the 100 degree heat. Mom made a peach cobbler, and I've heard a rumor about potato salad. Sounds like plenty of food, considering how few people will be there. It's OK, though. Leftovers are my friends.
I'm glad I've been keeping a chemo diary of sorts. It helps me to know what to expect, and it gives me hope to know when my appetite returned last time, etc. Otherwise, I think it would feel quite depressing during the five days or so that I don't want food. I still get a headache every day, but it hasn't been as bad. She said she'd cut the steroids further if this continued, so that will probably happen. I'm kind of scared for her to do so, though, because the steroids are keeping me from being nauseous.
Oh well. Like I said before, if a headache is the worst I have to deal with, I consider myself blessed. I'll take some Advil and go enjoy my day. We went a bit overboard with fireworks for the girls. I think it's guilt on my part. I feel like I've robbed my family of a summer, so I'm spoiling them when I can. Because we'll have no vacation, no trips, and no amusement parks, I indulge them when an opportunity shows itself. Eh. It makes me feel better, ok?