After inserting the marker in the lymph nodes, I have left a bit whiny pain to it. I don't take the paracetamol right away, but after two days that feeling, I took two paracetamol on the third day. And all of a sudden it was over. Bizarre.
Six days of no investigations and hassle on my body until the 20th of July.

In the meantime, some preparation for the side effects, including fatigue and nausea. For the latter I do get medication, and I won't be cocky for this time and swallow them. I've been getting so much “bad” in my body that those few pills don't matter anymore. (that's not quite true, because in the meantime I know that one of these pills is making me very tired and I'm allowed to diminish)
So prepare for tiredness. No human escapes that when chenezing.

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So the days before the 20th I worked a dull (for me then, because I was tired before chenezing started), to at least have the house clean. All I have to do is keep up with it.

Cut the hedge, so it can be a month and both laundry baskets are empty.
Kilos, kilos of groceries. The cats have food for three years, me for three days. Something is not going well in this household that I have to work so hard. It's never going to be my hobby either.

Cooked everything on Monday so I just have to warm it up and not worry about that.
Delicious fruit salad made for the chenezingsday and for dessert in the evening.

Blij-briefcase packed and ready for Tuesday.
Eight hours. Then I want something to do.


What's in the happy briefcase? Well, I'll tell you.
Crayons and mandala drawing book. The coloured mandalas eventually come to my floor, where peeping and spraying cats left black spots in my parquet. Unfortunately, those kittens are no longer, but their tracks are still. So at the hospital, I'm still working on my own home.
Then I have a windlight in it for the much-needed cosiness. With fake candle, of course.
Warm socks and a thick fleece vest and a long scarf for when I get cold with the ice sheet. Advice from the oncologist nurse.
A book by Roald Dahl and my computer, because I thought I'd like to blog and maybe watch TV on the computer.
The mug is for my tea, which I brought, but that thermos won't go in the briefcase. That's going to leak. Delicious fresh mint tea from the garden, ginger and lime. Jammie.
Glasses, if my lenses dry out by the ice sheet. Old hearing aids, because my new one I didn't want to wear during ice sheet. Who knows what the cold (-8 degrees) can do for damage, and they are far too expensive for that?.
And last but not least. A card that I'm only allowed to open on the day of mischief.
This card still lasts every time. Many of us on Yoors will recognize her 'signature' as Enchaustichris.
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Well, rest. and that's what I feel. A little pain in my belly at times, but especially for the ice sheet. So cold. brrrrr
Go to sleep early Monday night so I can start rested.

I have a few more to say to you.
You visit my blogposts faithfully ( which I will keep writing of course ) and you are so loving to me 🥰, and I love to join you!
But it turns out that it's too intensive and therefore exhausting for me right now. I may not read everything anymore and leave a heart alone.
You're not going to mind the latter 🤪, but it does mean I won't always be more up to date with your experiences,
activities and creativity.

So I'm there, but I'm not. sometimes. kind of. such thing. or something.


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