A lazy day

Today I've decided to take the day slow. Last night was not too good, The nausea of chemo 7 set in by about 5 PM last night and my stomach was doing flippy flops and contracting at the sight of food. I told amma that I'll pass on dinner, but eventually had a bowl of payasam. It stayed down and everyone was happy that I'd eaten something atleast.
I watched 'Finding Nemo' on DVD, mental note: thats something my baby should watch - i'll make myself a copy for the future!
I decided that even though I feel sick I must walk, to prevent the steroids from weakening my proximal muscles and managed 2 rounds around the campus. One with appa, who is still wheezy from his last viral attack. We spoke about a patient I had sat with outside the chemo room, waiting for chemo. He was I think diagnosed to have something like me, and I think my chat with him gave him hope - something he had not been able to get till now. I think I like that - I am hopeful about being cured, why can't I spread it around a bit.
I woke up this morning with very little nausea - I ate toasted bread and a cheese dosai. The picture alongside is a trick i've got to swallow the prednisolone (bitter steroid pills) I wrap them in a cheese doasi bit and swallow fast! Hey I may get chosen for a nobel prize for my brilliant ideas! It's funny with food and chemo - Lizzie ammama, my moms sister suggested that I may develop a mental negative conditioning to certain foods on my chemo and suggested that I eat bitter gourd and stuff I anyway dislike when I was sick. So that way I'll have bad associations with bad food. She was right in a way - I was given a chicken mince burger the day of my first chemo and I still need to retch violently when I think of it. The mind forms such strong associations that it's scary sometimes.
Anne is studying hard and we both are praying that she gets in this year. I guess it will be tough having a baby, as well as doing a post graduation in Obstetrics, but she loves the subject and thats what she wants to do. God willing I'll be back to work by the time Koby pops along - well I guess thats just long term plannig and God's showing me that it's best to leave that up to him.
Amma went for her Christmas dinner at the department and since she'd be late Anne and I put a load of washing into the machine and it started running over and flooded the kitchen. Anne's snapped me sweeping out the wet kitchen. Mental note 2 - the water knob on our washing machine gets stuck.