The drugs don't seem to be working too well. Well, let me backtrack. I know they're working because I'm not writhing around on the couch all day from the constant nausea (only half of the day) but I still can't really eat (the Crispy Chicken Sandwich must have been a fluke) and I'm still intimately involved with my toilet. I'm down about 8 to 10 pounds and my energy is gone. And for chrissake, I'm really tired of being this way.
For the first time in my life, I have considered calling my boss to tell him I can't work. I don't do that. I work no matter what. I'm a tough broad.
Okay, usually I'm a tough broad. Today, not so much.
I've even resorted to watching the View. Send reinforcements.
Monday, October 15, 2007