My head...
...is killing me today. I felt it already when I got out of bed. I felt this day would be of no use. My mind felt crippled. Even now it is hard for me to write, building sentences.
In the morning, realizing that job applications or any other intellectual task would be impossible, I decided to go for a jog. I also kept my promise later cooking for the Eigerstrasse-gang. I hoped it would distract me and gratefully it did. I also managed to exhume a forgotten document from the MC server that might be reincarnated in a new form by my grandkids. In the best case I saved them from doing 2 days of extra work, in the worst case I wasted 5 minutes of my time. A fair deal I would say.
Saturday, when I had my window of good feeling, I was hoping that this week I could finally announce that the Illness is not perilous anymore. But somehow the bitch puts all its efforts in making me feel, how deadly it can be if one is not bloody cautious. Is it that what you wanted to prove me, bitch? That you have the power to kill me? You have, I agree. You got that point: 10:13. But you will not! I promise! Yes, it helps a lot that I have already been through this once.
I can announce though, that I keep extending my record in not having to call the hospital's emergency hotline. Today it is three weeks, the longest period since all this started in March. But I have been on the edge of calling today several times. It is not over yet. In a few weeks hopefully the medication is going to be fully impacting, rather than just challenging me with side effects. Why are the pills that are supposed to save my life causing me all this torture?
Anyway, it is 10pm soon, I will drop in the pill and end this day of pain.
Last but not least: there was a song in my mind when I woke up this morning. And I met it later again during the day when it run on the radio. It suits...
In the morning, realizing that job applications or any other intellectual task would be impossible, I decided to go for a jog. I also kept my promise later cooking for the Eigerstrasse-gang. I hoped it would distract me and gratefully it did. I also managed to exhume a forgotten document from the MC server that might be reincarnated in a new form by my grandkids. In the best case I saved them from doing 2 days of extra work, in the worst case I wasted 5 minutes of my time. A fair deal I would say.
Saturday, when I had my window of good feeling, I was hoping that this week I could finally announce that the Illness is not perilous anymore. But somehow the bitch puts all its efforts in making me feel, how deadly it can be if one is not bloody cautious. Is it that what you wanted to prove me, bitch? That you have the power to kill me? You have, I agree. You got that point: 10:13. But you will not! I promise! Yes, it helps a lot that I have already been through this once.
I can announce though, that I keep extending my record in not having to call the hospital's emergency hotline. Today it is three weeks, the longest period since all this started in March. But I have been on the edge of calling today several times. It is not over yet. In a few weeks hopefully the medication is going to be fully impacting, rather than just challenging me with side effects. Why are the pills that are supposed to save my life causing me all this torture?
Anyway, it is 10pm soon, I will drop in the pill and end this day of pain.
Last but not least: there was a song in my mind when I woke up this morning. And I met it later again during the day when it run on the radio. It suits...
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