A quiet day, thank goodness.  I slept pretty well, but I was exhausted all morning, whether from the disease, the chemo, the week from hell, or the combination of all three.  I spent a little time at the computer, but for the most part I sat on the bed, reading and watching junk TV when I wasn’t talking to my brother or my sister.

I decided to try eating something every couple of hours.  I succeeded, but I wasn’t happy about it.  I felt pretty uncomfortable most of the day.  At about three o’clock I picked myself up by the scruff of my neck to go outside for a walk.  My sweetie came with me, and, very slowly, we walked for about half an hour.  When we got back I was exhausted, but felt less depleted than I had before the walk.  We had a message from an out-of-town friend who was around for the marathon and wanted to stop up, but there was no way I had the energy to see anyone at all.  (She’ll try again tomorrow and we’ll see.)

And that’s the nasty part of it.  There are lots of people I want to see, and I have so little strength for anything but going on.

Meanwhile, the Social Security Administration, in their wisdom, has sent me a Medicare card.  So now I’ll have to call them and figure out whether I have to use the new card or if I can stay with the card I’ve been using for sixteen months.