All that said, at a certain point when I've had, say, the flu, there comes a time where I have no real vivid memory of what it felt like to be well. On day two of the stomach flu, in the search of not being nauseated, the ideal physical state seems to be 'able to sleep' and the whole concept of 'able to drive a car' is abstract.
I've been in this long enough that discomfort has become steady state. Mostly very mild discomfort. But I am in the land of the sick. I pass for well some of the time, saving energy points like those Top Value Stamps my mother used to collect at the grocery and gas station and turn in at the Top Value store for things like a lamp for the kitchen. But my landscape has shrunk. It is all very familiar now, and so harder to report back because it is harder to recognize what would be interesting to people other than Heather and Sarah. I was getting my treatment yesterday, realizing as they hung the fourth bag, that I get something like two litres of fluid during a chemo treatment. Yesterday I made the mistake of bring a litre of seltzer to drink. Hooked up to an IV for four hours, this can be a strategic error, although the IVs are on wheels and when I got desperate enough, I went for a walk with my bags hanging off my arm and hit the bathroom.
I'm still looking for interesting stuff to report back. My blog is my protection, and I still look for those moments where it turns me into an outsider.