It's a Mousey kind of Life

scared

I'm scared. My nerves are all on edge. I can't sleep. It feels like all my nerve endings are firing. I'm stiff as a board. Nothing I do is helping. I'm in a cold sweat.

I am getting my first round of Chemotherapy today. I just think about it, and I get nauseous. There's nothing left in my stomach anyways. I've had to fast since midnight. As I write this it is 3:15 am.

I need to do something, but I don't really want to. I don't know any more for sure if this is a mindfulness activity. I want to scream at the top of my lungs.

Want to laugh? I just thought of starting the third novel in my series with Darrel and the gang in it. It is definitely laughable as I can't even finish the two I already have in the works. I am truly pitiful.

My laptop just told me I needed to put commas in places in this entry. Most of them don't look right.

I'm taking my tablet with me to chemo so I might add to this entry while I'm there.