I’m nearing that magical point where my monthly treatments don’t knock me on my ass. It’s pretty great, really. I’ve been awaiting this “moment of tolerance” for quite some time now.
Basically when I have my treatments they tend to KO me for the weekend. Just fatigue and pain to the Nth…but then by Monday I usually feel a lot better and have some pretty decent energy levels.
So this past Friday I get my treatment and I’m not feeling too bad. Saturday morning rolls around and I’m doing better than I usually do…so I’m thinking, “Great, maybe I’m turning that corner…”
Sunday morning…afternoon more like it, I get slammed by something. I didn’t wake up until noon, and by then I was a sick and crusty mess.
Rhyno had something last week. I’m wondering if I picked it up from him. JO and the boys seem to be as-of-yet unaffected…which is good. School starts for Ben tomorrow and JO starts in earnest tomorrow as well.
I dunno…sort of feels like a cosmic bitchslap. “You think you’re feelin’ better, punk? Hells no!”
Pretty damn lame if you as me. And on a holiday weekend.
I’m going home early. Can’t get shit done today, anyway.
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