It’s been three days since I wrote my last post, and the feeling of shin splints all over my body is only now lessening. It worsened late Monday, extending not just to my arms and legs but also up my spine and around and around my rib cage. My feet were red and too tender to walk on, and my trips to the physical therapist, while necessary to relieve the cording down my left arm and swelling in my right, were not fun at all.
My parents have been absolutely wonderful, though, taking care of the house and children while I basically checked out and rested, and took pain relief, let the physical therapist work on what she could, and drank lots and lots of water to wash the chemo out of my system. I watched some tv, although I couldn’t tell you what, and read some blogs, although I can’t remember whose (it was yours, of course, and I’m sorry I didn’t comment), and tried to work but essentially gave up for a few days, which was okay because I had done what HAD to be done in advance, so that I could rest when I needed to. Saving it up “for a rainy day” as it were, only then I had the hardest time admitting that it finally was my rainy day, and it sucked.
And I had to talk to NASA again about not meeting my milestone last month, and that sucked too. It’s not like me to miss a milestone or not turn work in on time. It’s not like me at all, and it broke my heart and made me angry beyond words, all at once. But I gamely sent them a file of my book as it is, all 700 pages of it (what? that includes the appendicies, you know), and promised again to edit it down in January.
I will. I’m good for it.
And finally, today, the pain lessened and my feet ceased to burn, and I was able to rest and then sit with a good friend in the backyard as we watched the children play and waited for another friend’s meal to cook.