Strange morning. At 4 40 A.M. I awake with a strong feeling of hunger. I did not expect this, and I have no food in my ice box--a really focused preparation for the storm---right? Anyway, what shall I do? Wait for Fairway to open in about an hour, or get some food at the grocery store on 72nd and West End that stays open all night. I try to reason with my stomach, but the fact is, that it owns me. So I get dresses and try to make it to the four blocks. And believe it or not, I scceed. I move decently through the snow, get my cream cheese on a croissant (they had no bagels) and return to apartment unscathed.
But since then, my body refuses to renew that energy that made it possible for me to get to the grocery store. So here I am--hopefully not another day stuck in the apartment, but not sure what kind of energy level I have and what it will allow me to do. And of course, the snow adds to the situation. During the last few weeks, I feel like my body is slower--I am more at the mercy of it. Of course, this usually happens when my day is "free"---despite this problem, I never miss or cancel a tutoring session. I have my next infusion on Thursday (yes, New Year's morning) and should discuss this with the nurses who administer the medication. Is it simply too much? How does my body deal with it?
And what of today? what will I be "allowed" to do? Not sure...may return with information later.
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