I’m finally starting to feel like myself again.
Which, after 11 months of what can only be described as a hell, is a nice change of pace.
Most people don’t realize what sort of process goes into combating a disease on a daily basis.
For example, I forgot to call in my refill last week. Now, if you have a recurring prescription at your local pharmacy, it’s not that big of a deal, you can go in and pick it up, same day usually.
Well I forgot, and then I forgot again. And then when I remembered, the earliest shipping date was Tuesday, unless of course I wanted to pay for express shipping, which is pricey because my meds come in a great big temperature controlled styrofoam box.
And since they don’t get here until Tuesday, I’m going to miss my Sunday shot. Which is going to screw up my injection schedule. Because there is a minimum of 48 hours required between each dosage, and that’s where things get tricky.
You see, I have my injection schedule so that I can A) remember to do my shots and B) have a life outside of meds. So this week, I get to “skip” Sunday, and then I’ll have to do my shots Tuesday, Thursday, Saturday (Ugh, I like shot free weekends better) and then Monday, Wednesday, and Friday, and then, the next week, I can go back to my “normal” shot schedule. All because I forgot to make a stupid phone call.
But like I said, I’m starting to feel like myself again. I’m working more (finally), and getting house projects done. I painted the downstairs bathroom a few days ago, and it looks a million times better. I’m also sketching up a few different ideas for the family room and girls room, and this summer we’re going to paint the stairs. Basically, I’m finally functioning, and able to be an active participant in family life, and that, my friends, is golden.