So after three days of taking all of the drugs, (and I was good, didn't take more than I should, scared even myself a couple of months ago), medicinal amounts of alcohol, and still fighting through pain to get done what was needful, I am exhausted.
I can feel my body fighting to rid itself of all the stuff I put in it. I've been drinking water like crazy. An Epsom salt bath is running. My brain is struggling to process just about anything; fortunately I've been functioning on muscle memory and instinct.
I have the greatest admiration for women who do this every day.
Fortunately, my day-to-day pain is manageable with T3's and I only have to deal with such an extreme for a few days. even though it seems interminable in the moment And I have surgery on the horizon. though four months seems very far away in those moments extended into a small eternity by pain
So, no knitting done yet today, but I've made it through.
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