The last post was explosive about a brain tumor and invasive tests. Now I want to walk you through a series of my day. Well, some of it. Don’t wanna blab all the secrets…
Oh joy, it’s 5am time to wakee wakee. I slide from the mattress onto the floor (almost) and stagger to the bathroom. Needles and pins dance across the bottom of my feet to wake me up before I go tinkle. That’s so I won’t miss the seat and go on the floor.
On to the next chore. I make it to the sink, grab the toothbrush and hit the go button. Yeeooow. Let’s turn that thing off. The needles and pins in my hands won’t stand for that. I just brush-a-brush the old way, rinse my face and go.
I take a lot of medication and most have a fatigue factor. This new one is like being run over by an earth mover in the morning and it’s gettin’ dark by the time you start to get back up.
I have to whisper when I tell ya this part so my doctor doesn’t hear. This med isn’t really new. I took myself off ‘cause I hate drugs and this one is powerful. Only things got so bad I had to go back on. Now I have to start over again with the dastardly side effects.
Okay, I’m finally in the kitchen. Check out my new cup. Don’t ya love it? This is my favorite time of day, that first cup of coffee. Aaah. Well, that joy is nearly gone. You can’t see it but my eyes are crossed and my mouth is all scrunched up and, and…
That’s another thing about this medication, it plays tricks on things I put in my mouth. I can’t drink any carbonated drinks. Period. They literally taste like crap. Yes, crap. There, I said it and I’m glad. And nothing else tastes wonderful either.
Food isn’t a big deal to me, but my morning coffee?
This is just the beginning…
It ain’t over yet.
May Your Glass Always Be Half Full