It goes all the way to 11

Not sure if it’s my level of caffeine intake or the needle sticking out of my chest, but I squirm in my chair every other week when getting chemo.  This latest round has been pretty “normal” as far as things go.  It took me 15 minutes to get out of bed this morning.  Not because I was sleepy, or I was otherwise an anti-morning person, but because it takes that long to pull my limbs out from the canyon of a depression my body creates in my mattress.  Every movement takes considerable mental effort, careful not to waste any momentum that might otherwise propel me out of bed and to my feet.  It’s like there’s lead pumping through my veins.  Like someone turned gravity up to 11.

Got a potassium supplement because my latest blood tests showed it was too low.  Another bottle of meds to add to the pile.

Meanwhile, I don’t know that I’ve mentioned in on this blog yet, but in a week and a half, I’m still planning on compete in a half Ironman distance triathlon.  The SavageMan Tri.  I signed up for it back in January or February with Matt and Abe, and for a while I didn’t think I’d be able to make it, but I think I’m over those thoughts now.  It has some stupid-steep hills on the bike course (like 31% gradient).  And, so even though today it’s too much effort to even contemplate any more physical exertion than a brisk walk, somehow it’ll all come together and I’ll make my way through 70 miles of Maryland countryside.  Hopefully in not much more than 7 hours.  I mean, how hard could it be?


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  1. That’s incredible! I admire you for being able to continue being a master of your physical well-being while your body undergoes the incredible stress of chemo. Seriously inspirational and motivating. I’ll be cheering you on from afar!

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