Seriously.. this is starting to get to me.
I am sick and tired of the pain and I am not pleased about my alternatives:
* Take the drugs and end up doing things that I only have vague recollections about. (This has come to bite me in the ass 3 times now in the past week!)
* Stay up until ungodly hours in hopes that I hit the brick wall where I’m so tired it doesn’t matter that the pain is there anymore, I’ll just crash through it.
To add insult to injury, tonight we noticed that there might be a higher than likely chance I will have to consider my immunosuppressant options. My left index finger is starting to tingle, and not in a good way.
Add to that: my stumbling/clumsiness/difficulty keeping a grip on things handheld, my increased pain, return of the unexplainable fevers, the muscle spasming and the inability to keep food down again even though I’m on the Domperidone and not only that but the inside of my mouth is all cut up from eating hard foods like popcorn, dry cereal, croutons, etc…
When The Hubbs is starting to notice things and says that he doesn’t want me to spend yet another Christmas in the hospital, you know things aren’t looking good.
I’m tired… so tired…
I’m starting to hate SALLY again and am more than likely venturing down that black hole I shouldn’t be visiting.
*…Those drugs are starting to look mighty fine…*