Must've been a doozy...

I have come to notice that, on the second day after chemo, I am not in tip-top form. It's sort of a blah feeling, accompanied by lots of lying down.

However, the way I felt yesterday might have received amplification from it being 9/11, with my thoughts inevitably going back to that day and thinking about where I was, what I was doing, and what was going on around me. (The curious can go check the archive and read what I posted in those dark days.) In any event, I got next to nothing done yesterday, napped a lot, and ultimately fell asleep fully clothed.

But that was yesterday.

This morning, I feel much better, so much so that I plan to tackle the assignment that came in yesterday, and essay other accomplishments.

Cheers...

Strange day...

Well, I did finish both outstanding translations, but by about noon, I felt pretty crappy. What's more, so did Alla, which led me to think that perhaps there was something in the air, but there was nothing I could put my finger on.

I spent most of the afternoon napping, which makes me wonder about the quality of this coming night's sleep,but there's nothing much that can be done about that.

I plan on having an outstanding day tomorrow.

Cheers...