Just working on my to-do list. Had chemo fatigue the last 3 days, so I didn't get much done. Had to modify my list by adding fatigue days, because I literally got next to nothing done. Feeling better today and I hope it lasts. At least I got some reading in -- my list includes things to do for myself, so I must read 1 nonfiction book and 3 fiction books a week. I had doing a craft and learning to draw on the list, but I put that in another week. I'm not particularly crafty but I bought a card making kit and figured that would do for now.
Our Australian guest is a really nice guy and helps out a lot. I have make sure he doesn't do too much - he's a guest, after all, and doesn't have to earn his keep. He and my daughter get along very well, no problems at all. She is taking full advantage of him doing chores, so this idyllic phase may not last very long. He is totally besotted with her. She is talking about moving to Australia in a year. She is usually all talk, no action, about moving to another state, but I'm not sure about this time. He will be here about six more weeks. He is trying to (gently) teach the dog not to bark. So far, not working, but no harm to dog, so he can carry on. The dog adores him. Daughter said she would take the dog with her when she moves, but there is no way. That dog is legally mine and he's not going on a long plane trip and then be quarantined in Melbourne while she is living in Sydney.
I am nearly done watching Chicago Med. After that, I'll go back to Grace & Frankie; I am way behind on that series. This is fun.
I am having a hard time eating. No appetite and foods I like, I feel revulsion for. So I'm forcing myself to eat three times a day. It's on my list! This is so annoying.This is just a chemo side effect that comes and goes. I wish it would stay gone, and it will, eventually. Today, I'm going to eat a bag of frozen broccoli and cauliflower, maybe a bowl of cereal (if we have something besides oat milk, maybe a hotdog, and an apple. Sounds so unhealthy. Well, at least the hot dog is. There is no meat I currently like, except for hotdogs. When I was undergoing chemo, the doc said not to eat foods I really like because I may develop a revulsion for them. I thought she was nuts, but now I don't. I don't have to eat foods I used to like to know I don't want them. It is so strange.
Meanwhile, the dog sleeps with me every night, which is nice because then he sleeps late (sometimes until noon) and the Aussie man doesn't have to get up too early to take him out. He volunteers. I am not supposed to go outside when temps are below freezing, so I'm in the catbird seat. This edict is from my cardiologist. Can't shovel snow, either. So there are some bright sides to having a cardiologist. A lot of them, actually.