Blurred vision

The medication I'm taking for mild nausea, increased secretions and gurgling is blurring my vision. So expect more typos, maybe.

There was a big family buffet party Saturday afternoon. My Auntie Nanding and Uncle Meding celebrated their 50th Anniversary. There wasn't a whole bunch I could get beyond soup and pudding; so depressing. But I have some pureed lamb kabob right now and a whole variety of fresh fruit smoothies. The right side of my tonue has swollen up a little. I don't know what kind of anti-inflammatories I can take at this point because I just want to get this stew down. I'm also alternating the nebulizer and the oxygen tank in because there's something up with my airways, too.

I'm so exhausted. Two days before my next chemo and I'm scared that something in my blood tests will prevent me from taking it. I can't go out anymore, it takes too much out of me. At least not for a while. All I should be doing is sleepng and eating. But emotional and physical fatigue are taking over each day.

James needs a break, too. If I can just rest through the night without any drama, and do the same during the day, we should be fine. It's worse when I hallucinate because that's when I get childish, and start playing hide-and-go-seek with my inner cannula.