Ergh, Is It Bedtime Yet?!
I. Am. Tired.
Not because I have been busy, no that would be easy. I am tired because I am full of drugs.
Today was day three of Copaxone, I am not going to keep count forever, I am sure the numbers will fall into the abyss somewhere down the line. But right now, its all new to me.
Today was the tum on my “bum fat” by this I mean love handles, but its joined to my bum so they call it bum fat.
It hurt, no, wait, it burned.
Yup, Copaxone is a pretty owchy injection, the stabbing bit, I don’t really feel, its the after burn, that’s the real bitch.
Right now I feel quick sicky, got that horrible gaggy feeling at the back of my throat.
I didn’t think injecting myself would feel this “okay” but I am really not fussed by the whole injecting thing, its the after bit I dislike.
My memory has been horrific. I actually forgot I had arranged to meet a friend yesterday, not like the “ow shit I am late” kind of forgot, I mean the realising at bedtime type of forgotten.
I am dreading texting her, like she’s gonna believe someone could be that dim?
Well, I am, I am a total knobhead.
Had a catch up with my journalist yesterday (I forgot that too, it was her email telling me she was running late that prompted me to remember) She thought I was “dealing with it better”
Yes, yes I am.
Has nothing to do with the mondo dose of anti-ds I take on a daily basis.
How do you explain that to someone you barely know?! :/