I continue to feel as if I dropped a few tiers in baseline health in about the past three weeks. My overall levels of energy, physical integrity and so forth simply aren’t what they used to be. I am listless, and activity tires me out quickly. This is to be expected as I continue through my terminal decline, but I dislike it intensely.
I have at most minor discomfort from the surgery sites, and even that is intermittent. But the pain stripe on my chest, below the pectoral muscle, continues unabated and deeply annoying. Beyond that, my breathing has not felt quite right since the surgery. Given that there are about two dozen tumors in my lungs, perhaps this is not surprising.
The cough, which didn’t emerge for more than week post-operatively, continues to bedevil me. It’s gotten a big bigger and deeper, and is definitely bronchial. I continue to not show any other signs of infection, there is no phlegm produced when I cough, I have no post-nasal drip. Just a cough. For which I am taking tesselon perles and using an albuterol inhaler, to no apparent effect. Twice in the past few days I’ve coughed so hard I’ve become nauseous, and barely avoided deep unpleasantness. Last night I coughed so hard I developed a very painful stitch in my right side, along the line of the open incision surgery scar from my last two liver resections. So, yeah, this sucks.
I am beginning to develop small sores which do not heal. Right now, one in my left armpit, one on my left hip. They’re sort of like infected pimples, except they don’t get any better. This is a minor annoyance in the grand scheme of things, but definitely an annoyance all the same.
Sleep is elusive if I don’t medicate. If I do medicate, I sleep too much most of time. At this point, oversleeping is better than undersleeping, but it’s another bit of evidence for decline.
Oddly, my GI, usually the first of my bodily systems to grow unruly, is currently behaving. But this is the dying process. Little things going wrong, and big things creeping up.