The Bedroom Looks Great, the Husband, Not So Much

A little bit of a routine is starting to emerge. Taddy and Kate come into my bedroom, I take a Compazine to prevent nausea, I drink a huge bottle of water to flush all these meds through my system, I give myself a little Neupogen shot, then try to think of something to eat with my 4 chemo pills so I won't get sick once they hit my stomach. It's all kind of a game to keep one step in front of the stomach upset everyone has warned me to be very afraid of. So far I haven't had any nausea, but today I feel a lot like I did during pregnancies--kind of tired, kind of upset stomach, kind of blah, but nothing terrible.
The routine was broken up a little today when my sister and her husband and kids showed up to do some work in my room. Heather has a degree in interior design and has a great flair for accessorizing homes, so I asked her if she would spruce up my bedroom a little since I'll be spending a fair amount of time there in the next few months. She very graciously agreed, and has worked non-stop ever since selecting just the right things. Today she brought her crew over to put things in place. I will include a picture tomorrow when the placement is perfected. Her husband, Kelly, sons Landon, Colton, and Bowen, and her daughter Brooklyn were all working away in there, the younger kids folding my laundry when their other assignments were complete. It was great in every way. I loved the energy they brought to our house, the fun, and the service too. They are a great family!
Just as they were finishing up, bad news arrived. Greg came home from work shivering and shaking and nauseated. After taking his temperature (102.5 degrees) and giving him some Tylenol, I threw a blanket in his direction and spent the rest of the evening staying as far away from him as possible. He thinks he picked this little bug up at basketball practice where a coach and a couple of players have had the same symptoms. Normally I laugh in germs' faces, but on chemotherapy you are supposed to go to the emergency room if your temperature reaches 100.5 and I really don't want to go to the emergency room! We've decided to switch every one's bedroom assignments around in the hopes of avoiding the dreaded infection, so Greg's in Parker's bed, Parker's in Kate's, and Kate's sleeping with me. Hopefully that will help.