Last Saturday I felt pretty bad, and it was a tremendous let-down from the good physical I’d had just the day before.  Yesterday I also had a good physical, but today there was no let-down.  I slept a little later than usual and woke up feeling comfortable.  I was hungry for breakfast which I consumed enthusiastically without any problem. I think I’ll fill the anti-nausea prescription at the on-line pharmacy and take my chances that it will get here by the time I need it.  (Today’s NY Times had an op-ed piece about a patient with late-stage pancreatic cancer whose persistent nausea was entirely reversed the one day she dared try marijuana.  I don’t need it now, but I might very well need it later.)

I spent most of the morning on the phone, first with my brother and then with my sister, and then I did some paperwork.  I put in some time online and generally was productive in a quiet, “it’s the weekend” way.

I decided to have french toast and sausage (with maple syrup; yummy) for lunch.  That’s a sizeable meal for me, and I was happy to devour it.  After lunch my sweetie had an errand to do and I treated myself to a long soak in a lavender-infused bath, thanks to my cousin’s care package.

I’m not running around trying to prove my strength, and I don’t have as much energy as I had before I got sick, but I am definitely holding my own.  We have a big week coming up, with company from out of town (Florida friends, even, daring to come to New York for a few days in December).