I'M HAPPY AS LONG AS I'M NOT HUNGRY.
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But I am hungry. Everything tastes awful! It was not this bad the last time I went through chemo. Jeeze.
This morning's breakfast was a few pieces of shredded wheat with a bit of milk, and lots of water to wash down the gazillion pills I have to take every day. Lunch was few sips of Ginger Ale. Supper was a couple of scrambled eggs, and a bit more Ginger Ale, plus two large tablespoons of Vanilla Bean ice cream (and I don't particularly like ice cream to begin with but at least it wasn't disgusting!) I am hungry!!!!!!! But whenever I think of something that sounds good, I know it won't taste good.
Friday night we ordered pizza 'cause granddaughter Abby was here for the week-end and she loves pizza. OMG! All I could taste was lardy, greasy nothing. ewwwwwww. Check pizza off my list. Anything that is salty sounds wonderful, but somehow, that sensation is not getting through to my brain. I have a feeling that meat of any kind is a no no, even though the doctor said I was to eat a lot of protein. I guess I will just have to stay with the eggs for that. I can really feel the fat/grease texture that is in meat. Yuk! Anything with flour in it (bread, rolls, etc) is like eating paste. And, Lord help me, chocolate is once again tastes like dirt. Yup, my beloved chocolate has turned on me again.
I'm guessing I will be making a trip to the grocery store for some watermelon, a bunch of eggs, and ice cream.
But they say every cloud has a silver lining. Yes, I am losing weight. I had to buy a new bathroom scale, because our old one was not calibrated correctly anymore and kept registering me way more than what the doctor's office scale showed. Ahhhh. This one is in line with the doc's one. Finally. And I've dropped a pants size. However, this happened a few years back with the first cancer go around. In fact, I dropped two pant sizes altogether. My big mistake was giving away most of those clothes after I became well and got back to my usual "fighting" weight. But I never dreamed I would need them again. Crap. So, I've been doing some shopping and stocking up on pants that won't fall down on me.
Thanks to all my friends both far and near, who have reached out to me on Facebook. I really appreciate the good thoughts and knowing prayers are headed my way. You are all good people.
Oh, and remember I warned you on FB that there may be fugly pictures? Well, here's a real beaut! This is as brave as I come to showing a "pretty much bald" photo.
Unknown
But I am hungry. Everything tastes awful! It was not this bad the last time I went through chemo. Jeeze.
This morning's breakfast was a few pieces of shredded wheat with a bit of milk, and lots of water to wash down the gazillion pills I have to take every day. Lunch was few sips of Ginger Ale. Supper was a couple of scrambled eggs, and a bit more Ginger Ale, plus two large tablespoons of Vanilla Bean ice cream (and I don't particularly like ice cream to begin with but at least it wasn't disgusting!) I am hungry!!!!!!! But whenever I think of something that sounds good, I know it won't taste good.
Friday night we ordered pizza 'cause granddaughter Abby was here for the week-end and she loves pizza. OMG! All I could taste was lardy, greasy nothing. ewwwwwww. Check pizza off my list. Anything that is salty sounds wonderful, but somehow, that sensation is not getting through to my brain. I have a feeling that meat of any kind is a no no, even though the doctor said I was to eat a lot of protein. I guess I will just have to stay with the eggs for that. I can really feel the fat/grease texture that is in meat. Yuk! Anything with flour in it (bread, rolls, etc) is like eating paste. And, Lord help me, chocolate is once again tastes like dirt. Yup, my beloved chocolate has turned on me again.
I'm guessing I will be making a trip to the grocery store for some watermelon, a bunch of eggs, and ice cream.
But they say every cloud has a silver lining. Yes, I am losing weight. I had to buy a new bathroom scale, because our old one was not calibrated correctly anymore and kept registering me way more than what the doctor's office scale showed. Ahhhh. This one is in line with the doc's one. Finally. And I've dropped a pants size. However, this happened a few years back with the first cancer go around. In fact, I dropped two pant sizes altogether. My big mistake was giving away most of those clothes after I became well and got back to my usual "fighting" weight. But I never dreamed I would need them again. Crap. So, I've been doing some shopping and stocking up on pants that won't fall down on me.
Thanks to all my friends both far and near, who have reached out to me on Facebook. I really appreciate the good thoughts and knowing prayers are headed my way. You are all good people.
Oh, and remember I warned you on FB that there may be fugly pictures? Well, here's a real beaut! This is as brave as I come to showing a "pretty much bald" photo.
GOD BLESS YOU ALL
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