I'm nearing the end of my first week back to work. I don't mind telling you, I am worn out. I've been sleeping way more than usual, too, but when I'm up and moving around I feel just fine. I guess my body is still recovering, though I don't feel it outside of needing the extra sleep.
The weather has turned cooler; the last two mornings, when I left work, I had thick frost on my car. My poor veggie garden, abandoned after my diagnosis, is looking pretty bad. The area around my house is in a valley, so we don't get frost right away, but I'd better get out there with Diva again this weekend to salvage what we can. I doubt we'll have another chance before frost turns it into something resembling seaweed. The gorgeous trees are nearly bare.
Walker is on a new schedule where he works four long shifts, then has four nights off in a row. He loves it. I'm still adjusting. He gets home about the same time I get up each afternoon, and he has off all this weekend. I hope we can juggle our time well enough to get some things done. Last weekend, he was up while I was sleeping and vice versa. We never did finish the housework last weekend.
On Tuesday, I had my last appointment with Dr C before she turns me over to oncology. Everything was fine, technically, but my blood pressure has been creeping up a few points with each appointment. Right now, it's still normal, but it's at the top end of normal. I want to work on that before I see her again in April for my six month check. She tells me that an increased BP is normal for cancer patients, with all the stress and so on, but I still want to try to bring it down a bit.