We can all agree that medicine sometimes sucks, right?
We had found a magical medicine (no, not that kind of magic) that made be feel like a normal person. That is until said medicine made me feel like I was going to throw up 24/7. So last night, we started weening me off of it. This morning I woke up and within 20 minutes I had cleaned my kitchen and thought of all these things I just have to get done today. I was thinking about how great I felt, and how I just wanted to do everything, but nothing was good enough. My mind picked up speed and if I were a runner, I’m pretty sure that’s what I’d be doing right now. I can’t sit still.
Then the light bulb went off. Lowering the dose of the medicine kicked something into gear in my brain and I’m starting to cycle again.
I’m bracing myself for what may come–I don’t think this is just going to be a blip on the radar.