University of California - Davis
I don't know what's making me feel more like an invalid - having Steve hand me my pills or having Youngest Daughter equip me with a bell to ring when I need help. On off days I seem to need a lot of help, although I haven't yet rung the bell. I should have at least drawn it.
I read in bed and I listened to part of an audio book. I got caught up on all my turns with Words with Friends. I slept a lot. I'm not sure what's going wrong on the days when I feel so ill - whether I'm paying a price for more active days (Saturday in Davis) or if there's really something that gets triggered some days but not all.
I was hoping to hear from the radiation oncologist about Friday's PET scan so that treatment can get started. I'm still expecting that to give me some pain relief and then I won't be so perpetually groggy. That's the goal.