I’m feeling good although still tired. I forced myself to go for a walk. It was just under a mile around the block. You would have thought I walked a marathon. I was so worn out at the end. But it was good to get out.
Sven thought this was a sloth carrying case and was disappointed when I didn’t bring him along.
I’m still have a few days before my white and red blood cells are on their way back up. But, I think the chicken broth, vitamins and pop tarts are working because I’m feeling on the mend.