Date: 03-24-2010
I'm exhausted . . . and I don't know why. I went to bed early and woke up late. Maybe it's because I got so much sleep. Or maybe I didn't sleep worth a damn last night. I don't know.
My visit with Racer X yesterday was . . . pointless. He just came to see how I was doing then he left, like he was dissatisfied with what he was seeing. I know I've lost a lot of weight since I first got sick but I can't help it. I don't want to eat anything. As much as I love my mother's cooking, the thought of anything but Sprite and crackers is nauseating.
I'm getting to where I don't want Racer X coming around anymore. Yes, he's like an older brother to me but right now . . . I don't need a friend. I need my older brother. This is tearing me apart. I want to look for Rex . . . but I can't. I'm stuck. Because of the chemo.
I think I'm going to try and take a nap. I know where my thoughts are heading and it's only going to give me a headache if I continue.
Maybe I'll be able to keep my dinner down, too.
Yeah. Right.
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