I'm sitting here listening to freezing rain hit my windows. It's kind of like white noise - it lulls me. Right now, I don't think it would take much to put me in a stupor. I have never experienced fatigue like I have this week. If I sit still for too long, I fall asleep. No road trips for me for a while. I don't drive any further than my office, which is a twelve minute commute. Even I can stay awake for twelve minutes.
My peeling skin has gotten much worse, and more painful. I have patches of open skin in several places in my treatment area. My clothes rubbing cause the discomfort, as does showering. I can't do much in the shower but the rest of the time, I have these dressings to wear. They look and feel like the packing material my last computer was wrapped in. The only place in town that carries them is the home care pharmacy in the hospital complex, and I walked over there on a windy day when we were experiencing single digit temps. I chose to walk because parking is scarce in that area, but I was regretting that decision as I waited at the crosswalk for ANYBODY to stop. I can't believe how many drivers, warm in their cars, ignored the few of us standing at the corner in a marked crosswalk. How incredibly rude, especially given the weather and the fact that we were in the middle of a hospital campus.
I'm down to nine remaining treatments. I can't wait to be done. All in all, it hasn't been too bad, but as the doctor told me last Tuesday, it's going to keep getting worse from here. He said that in two to three weeks after I finish treatment my skin will start healing. Two to four weeks after that, it will be completely healed. I'm looking forward to that, counting down the days.
Right now, I'm grateful for a warm home. I have Diva tomorrow, and we'll whip up some holiday treats. Walker will be busy digging everyone out from the snow that fell before the rain, so it will be just us girls. We don't need to go into the storm at all. Maybe we'll just stay in our jammies. I like that idea.