The Week in Review

The word if the week - TIRED

Monday: Got the "WBC booster" shot. Nauseous, queasy, no appetite, tired, very foggy in the head. Could barely get my workout in. Craved fried pickles (thanks again Jen!) , went to bed at 6:30pm.

Tuesday: Sore all over (assuming from the shot), nauseous, queasy, no appetite, very foggy in the head until around 3:00pm, struggled through workout, felt very weak, shortness of breath going up stairs.

Wednesday: Queasy, getting appetite back, still a little sore, starting to get "film" in mouth, still feeling weak during workout, shortness of breath going up stairs.

Thursday: sore throat, film in mouth, feeling lightheaded, a hunger sensation that I can't seem to satisfy, felt good working out but then hit a "wall" 1/2 way through and was tired the rest of the day.

Friday: lightheaded, film in mouth, sensation of a lump in my throat.

The story of the week: Today I went to see my PCP regarding my hypoglycemia. Jaxon went with me. The Dr. ordered blood work and sent me to the lab. 1st stick, no vein. Decided to try my hand, 2nd stick, ears ringing, about to throw up, felt like I was going to pass out. The guy told me to stick my head between my legs as he was still trying to get the blood out. All I could think of was who was going to watch Jaxon when I was passed out. He finally stopped (my blood was coming out super slow). I told him I needed to lay down. He directed me to a room with a table. Has I stepped into the room, everything went black. I grabbed for the table and sort of remember throwing myself unto the table. Don't think I passed out but feel like a lost a few seconds of time. Finally reached down for Jaxon hoping he was in the room with me. After some cold packs and orange juice finally started feeling better. The dude ask if he could poke me again. I am not sure why I said yes, except for the fact that I didn't want to be a quitter. 3rd poke, blood still super slow. Finally guzzled a bottle of water and he gave up and sent in 2 ladies who were successful. I left with 4 pokes, tape all over my arm, and I poor little boy holding my other hand. Jaxon was such a big boy during all of this, he actually didn't seem to grasp what was going on. It was a really scary event for me, knowing that I put him in that situation.

Not sure what tomorrow will bring. I am in need of a good day. This week has been really hard. I am actually realizing that I have cancer, I mean that I feel like I am sick and that my life is slowing changing into the life of a sick person. It has been a struggle to make it through everyday and I cannot imagine dealing with this for another year and a half. Just need a good day!