I am still not feeling the least bit better. To top things off I’ve got a bladder infection from the infusion I had on Wednesday and we’re sharing a cold in the household. I can’t remember the last time I had a full meal. When I’ve attempted it, I’ve ended up more nauseated than I started. Someone mentioned how skinny I looked at church today (which believe me I’ve waited a long time to hear) but I wish it was because I was actually eating right and working out instead of living off crackers and Coke. Yesterday I weighed in close to 4 pounds less than I did on Wednesday. John is really worried. He says that if I don’t call me doctor tomorrow, he will. I’m not sure what I am supposed to do about it. My appointment can’t be changed. Dr. H. can’t fix it (she would if she could). I just feel really defeated and angry. I am exhausted but my to-do list is 8 miles long. Thankfully John got Abs to lay down before he left for church so I’m going to try to lay down myself. Sometimes having a chronic illness just gets really old . . .