Seeing a Very Clear Pattern

Could have entitled this "Friday was Good, Until it Wasn't, Part 2". After a great sleep on Thursday night and a solid (but maybe I overdid it?!) Friday day, Friday night to Saturday morning has been interesting.  I thought the chemo acne was clearing up, but no, it's having another go at my face and neck.  (Interestingly, my face looked and felt like it was sunburned all day on Thursday but that came and went in the same day.)  But my digestive system decided it was time to join in on the side effect game as well.  

So here I am, gingerly eating breakfast and wondering how far I can venture from the house today.  Took some meds after I showered (and washed my hair!) and hope they hold.  I'm supposed to go to a museum with a friend in less than an hour and I really want to go.  She's super chill and (I don't think) would mind aborting mid-outing, but I hate to take up someone's time like that.  

Luckily, I'm learning what my new limitations are, and didn't plan anything else for today.  So here's hoping for a quick museum visit, maybe a lunch and then a chill afternoon.  xo J

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