I’ve been strangely excited ever since I got this medication, though. I’ve been looking forward to taking it. Not for the side effects, obviously, although they might be sought by those who like the slightly drunken feeling (I’m not supposed to drive on this stuff), but because I’m so very eager to be rid of a life-shortening disease. I may, in fact, be expecting too much out of it. I’m expecting a lot. I’m expecting to feel great by tomorrow morning. That might not quite be realistic. Maybe, though? Maybe? Just a little more energy? I generally have none, none at all. I cannot tell you how many times I’ve made the doctor test my thyroid, because it just doesn’t seem possible to be this tired all the time, including on the days when I’ve slept until I could sleep no longer. (Yes, stress and law school might have impacted this. Still.)
The other excitement of the day is as follows:
This is Wilbur. He came to me via an unexpected bonus from a company I did some work for in
Dizzy. Very dizzy. Going off to lie down and be dizzy in peace.