I forgot about the dream until last night, when I saw Diane doing the same thing I had dreamt about. I think everyone who's bald after chemo has had hair dreams. I've had others before. They usually leave me feeling sad. Little hairs are actually sprouting, but it will be a while before I am comfortable taking the scarf off.
The past few days I have felt incredibly lethargic. On Wednesday, I just couldn't get out of bed. I was awake, but I just lay there with thoughts running through my head. The few times I tried to get up, I was light-headed and had to get back in bed. "Don't lie down," I kept telling myself. But I couldn't help it, and by the time I got downstairs and forced down my shredded wheat and banana, it was 2:45 p.m.
Today at the clinic my hematocrit was down to 24. No wonder I felt tired. (Platelets were 15, and wbc 6.6). I got a bag of platelets and two bags of blood. I was there for about eight hours, but I didn't really care because I knew the blood would perk me up. Yesterday when I went for a walk I could hardly catch my breath, but tonight after dinner when I went for a stroll with Diane, my breathing was already easier.
Ben and Joe went to the Red Sox game tonight, and Ben is going to pick me up in the morning and drive me home. I have appointments Monday and Thursday, but I am going to patch together rides so that South Hadley can be my home base through next weekend. Then I'll see what I can work out. As I told Melissa today, I'm getting a little mentally weird from spending so much time at someone else's house, with much of that time being alone.