This morning I broke out in a cold sweat while trying to “bargain” with my body. Finally, a jolt ran through my body springing me from the bed and barely made it to the bathroom in time to once again see the contents of my stomach infront of me. It’s become the new norm every morning for almost a month now as I slowly increase my therapy.
I never knew that one day I would wake up sick, and be sick the rest of my life. I had the “new diganosis denail” for a long time, and even had running shoes picked out for the day when I would finally be normal. However, very slowly overtime the side effects from medication kicked in. The managing of all the appointments, and trips to see specialists kicked in. A tube was placed in my chest while medication is pumped through it 24/7…and that’s kicking in.