Decadron makes me speedy and hungry and chatty. Poor Lou, having to put up with me talking a mile a minute. But there is no way to get the chemo without getting the Decadron. So we are all stuck with the side effects.
Decadon is given intravenously on both week one and week two. But on week two I also have to take it in pill form at home for a day before and a couple days after the chemo. Nurse Ellen told me a cautionary tale about a lady patient who secretly did not take her Decadron pills because it increased her appetite, and she blew up with extreme fluid retention instead and they were struggling to get the fluid retention under control when she finally admitted that she wasn't following directions. (Call me cynical but the story just seemed like something loosely based on a true story that the nurses tell everyone to scare them into compliance. But I am already pretty compliant and do not need any more scaring.)
Other than chattiness and a red face, I have been totally fine!
Yesterday I ironed for hours and finally cleaned up the mountainous backlog of clean wrinkled clothes. I had the ironing board set up in the living room while we watched both Star Trek Insurrection and Star Trek Nemesis. We were not total slugs though: we also walked Samantha twice.
Today the plan is to get out of the house. Headed to Darlene's at 2:00 to hang out by the pool and hear about Charlie's new job and then Jeff's at 6:00 for a cookout and fireworks... unless I run out of steam.
Happy Fourth of July!