Spent the day sleeping and not eating

Filling the pill boxes is tiring

Most of the day (except the sleeping on the couch part) went something like this:
Would you like some toast?
no
Milk?
no
Cereal?
no
Water?
no
Herbal tea?
no

It was like that most of the day.  We did make it to the clinic this morning.  Heidi actually took the elevator instead of the stairs to the fifth floor for the first time.  I guess that's allowed when the neutrophils and blood counts are down.  Came home and slept.  When she awoke, we talked some more.
Rice?
no
Grapes?
no
Cheerios?
no
Juice?
no

I need to stop writing here to help hook up the Tacrolimus, aka, FK506, aka ED209 from Robocop.  It's our first time pumping fluids into her Port O' Petty.  It will be difficult to photograph while making sterile connections, but I'll try.

Originally we were to have two visitors today, but we turned them away based on general blahness.  As I write this, Heidi is actually conversing on the phone.  There is actually some semblance of spunk in her voice.  Maybe she's feeling better.  She has four different nausea medications to choose from:  a little square one, a white one, the pink funny shape, and the big pill.  They have other names which are hard to pronounce, but my names are more descriptive.  Unfortunately they don't prescribe the good appetite enhancement drugs.

How about some bread?
no
V-8?
no
little white nausea pill?
no
Chocolate?
no
Nuts?
no
Water?
no

. . .
I might eat some ice cream.