One dose in.

Good Sunday Morning,

Dose one is in. It's been a whirlwind of emotions, and that's just me. The Hubs is okay. Thursday was a rough day. He slept some Wednesday night. It was a good idea to take the meds when he got home from work, he was able to sleep through some of the side effects. Unfortunately when he woke Thursday, he was in for the bad. His fingers and toes were fat little sausages and his pain had become something fierce. He slept most of the morning. I was grateful for that because leading up to this, he wasn't sleeping. He tried getting up around noon. It didn't work. His pain was much too intense to try to focus. Speaking of focusing, yeah, no. It's funny how quickly you become clouded. He was. He had major cold and hot sweats, but no fevers. He generally felt as if he had the flu. Friday was a tad better. I'm grateful for that. Saturday he went back to work. His biggest complaint was the lack of energy. I get it and understand.

Speaking of understanding. I get this. All of it, too much. The pain, the general feeling of crap, the tiredness, the fatigue and the loathing of everything while feeling all of these feelings. I personally, am doing okay. I'm struggling with watching him. Not because I'm selfish, but because I feel it. I remember these feelings all too well.

One week in, eleven more to go. Thank you for the prayers! xoxo

Sending Love and HOPE,
~Scar