The funniest episode in this sad story

Yesterday I was down down down again. The new drug works, but into the wrong direction it seems. Why do I feel with it like I had never started any treatment? Yesterday I lived all the shades of the bitch, changing every minute to a new one.

Annoyed by my physical state I put the side effects on this blog, copy pasted from wikipedia - and left for a bike ride, hoping that it would distract me from the pain.

By the time I was back, I had a mail in my inbox: "Hi, I know these side effects. I think I know which drug you are talking about." We actually share the illness - and meanwhile all our experiences fighting it. And we are not alone, as I found out. Thursday, when I went to pick up my drugs, I was told in the pharmacy that they run out of it.

1 point for the bitch due to my bad state yesterday and today. But as this is caused by the kickass drugbomb that I am dropping aiming the illness, I give also 1 point for myself; 6:9

Got my ticket today! Last but not least I went for the weekly checkup. I was a bit harsh with the doc. She said it was ok. I am sick of being ill. I am sick of treatments and checkups.

I wanna heal, I wanna feel what I thought was never real
I wanna let go of the pain I’ve held so long