Tomorrow is my birthday, however I have zero desire to celebrate anything. Every morning, I wake up, and feel like I’m going to puke. Any idea what that’s like?? Miserable. I’ve been trying not to complain about it too much, since for sure there are people worse off than me. But it’s hard not to cry, and wonder why the fuck this is still happening to me. Maybe I was a bully punk kid in a past life, and now this is my karma. I don’t know.
I will try to walk again today, but I know I might have to yak when I’m done. I need to do it though. Yesterday I had to have a Blood transfusion because my red counts were pretty low. I felt a little better afterwards, energy – wise, but shockingly was nauseous.
Fuck. This. Shit.
Enclosed are some pics of treatment, and of bob my awesome trainer at health 360, stretching me out. Additionally, there is a pic of Mack and Derek out to breakfast for st patty’s day. Sorry I missed it!