Work went fine. I felt much better today, and managed to get nine hours in. I ate a few more crackers around noon, since I know it's not good to let my stomach be completely empty. Even with the extra hour, I felt pretty darned good when I left work. I needed to stop at Walmart for some medication and diet Coke, but I hoped that wouldn't take long.
Monica called me to say that she needed a prescription refilled, too. I was too close for calling it in to be of any value, so I went in and headed to the pharmacy to tell them about it. They told me it would be 15 minutes. No problem. I grabbed the other things I needed and started to circle back toward the pharmacy. I was halfway back when I realized how light-headed I was. Uh oh. This was suddenly turning out to be a very bad idea.
I walked slowly and deliberately back toward the pharmacy, hanging on to the cart. Thank goodness they have a bench for waiting. By the time they called me over, I felt a little bit better. By the time I got checked out and to the car, though, it was back. I knew I had to get home, so I blasted the a/c for a minute or two and headed this way.
I made it home just fine, got in the house, and fell into bed. Thank goodness, Kevin was only about five minutes behind me and realized what shape I was in. He heated up some soup for me, fixed a cold drink and brought it to me. I ate, which instantly started to make me feel better, and took my meds. I am exhausted, but no longer shaky or light headed.
Lesson learned. I am going to HAVE to force food at work. I just can't find anything bland enough, other than chicken noodle soup. And that, my friends, is getting quite old. I'm thinking maybe I'll try a baked potato tomorrow. That sounds bland. Oh, and now I remember the nurse saying I would be short of breath because of a shortage of red blood cells, and to get plenty of protein. Yeah, right.
I'm just glad to know that I should be hungry again Sunday or Monday. Mom has some tomatoes with my name on them.
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