Sunday, March 17, 2013
Monday December 7, 1992
Bad morning. Feeling nausea and light-headed. Frank makes me some toast. I lay on the couch an hour. I must get ready to have my nails done at 10:45. Finally, I sponge bathe, fix my hair and put on some makeup. I'm 15 minutes late for my appointment. I leave there about 12:30 feeling much better. I eat some soup for lunch and we go to finish our Christmas shopping. Home by 3. I read and nap from 3:30-4.
By 5:00 I have the shakes again. My fingers all turn white and frozen. Finally, warm water and my warm coat help. I don't feel well. An apple is my dinner.
Frank goes to the market and someone pulls out in front of him. He crashes into him, but no one is hurt. The man is sorry. The cars are drivable. Frank goes square dancing.
Mom seems to be constantly pushing herself no matter how rotten she feels. Christmas shopping is exhausting even in the best of circumstances, but for someone who has chemotherapy drugs coursing through her body, it might be a good idea to just rest. The fact that she didn't even have the energy to shower makes me wonder why in the world she is having her nails done today and then out shopping. In a way it's good news that she is feeling nausea since that means the chemo drugs are working. I'm wondering if Dr. Semrad gave her some medication for the nausea.