Cycle 6 Weekend Summary (a.k.a., There Will Be Blood)

I'd call this the Cycle 6 summary, but I fear Cycle 6 isn't over yet. I still feel like complete crap, I still have zero energy (exacerbated by the fact that eating is repulsive), and there's no sign of things letting up anytime soon. And then my fingers and toes still hurt, so much so that I had to abandon an effort to eat some leftover fried chicken as holding the wing, or whatever the hell it was*, while I tried to eat it made my fingers hurt like hell.

Oh, and I got a new side effect this weekend to add to the mix of everything else: bloody noses. The drug information sheets promised that Avastin or one of them would start me bleeding, and that kicked in at about 4:00 am on Sunday morning. Of course, the good news was that due to the insomnia I was already awake (though still laying in bed), so I didn't ruin a sheet set waiting to wake up and notice the blood pouring out of my nose.

But when the good news is that your insomnia and bleeding coincide, you need to re-evaluate your perspective. 

And at this point, re-evaluating is about all I do. The longer this goes on, and the worse it gets, the harder it is to persuade myself that it's actually worth it. 


* There's a lot to be said for Ezell's fried chicken, sort of a Seattle icon, but for whatever reason, with the exception of dumsticks, the way they cook their chicken makes it almost impossible to tell what it is you're picking up.