I may worry about certain things like people & getting a job done etc. but I have never been the type to be scared of or about things. I don't know if it's because of how I was raised or simply part of my make-up, but I'm not a fearful person. That's probably why the few times I have experienced fear, it has really shaken me up. I truly feel for people that are scared all the time. That overwhelming sense of terror and lack of control is paralyzing.
Today is my fifth day of hardly eating or drinking because of this medicine. Each day I've had enough liquid to swallow the medicine and have tried a bite or two of something here or there to see if I can handle eating again...no luck yet. I was working in the yard tonight, more as a distraction than because I had to. I was sitting on the edge of the brick flower bed pulling weeds. I remember coughing and having trouble breathing. The next thing I remember, I came to flat on the concrete. Jackson was on the ground beside me with his head on my chest. The back of my head is very sore. I have no idea how long I was out or why I passed out. I don't know if it was from not eating or because of my breathing. I don't know, but I do know I woke up and I'm okay now...that's what I have to focus on...
I found out last night that I have to take this medicine for 6 more weeks. Something has to give. I'm just not strong enough to do this. Tomorrow, I'm going to try to take small bites and sips all day. Maybe that will not be enough to make it too much worse, but give me more nourishment to help me get through. It's worth a try. I'm also going to have to have a serious talk with Dr. Ramakrishnan. Surely there is an alternative to this medicine he can try for the next 6 weeks that won't make me so sick.
I just know tomorrow will be a better day. :)
