[Excuse any incoherence. I'm trying to write something while I wait for the dog to complete his bodily functions in the backyard. This is tough as I'm in the process of dying--or at least it feels that way.]
On Tuesday the rheumatologist upped my weekly dose of Methotrexate. I was already fighting some flu-type thing, so for the past two days I’ve been enjoying a sea of nausea, body aches, joint aches and extreme drowsiness. They say this is supposed to make me feel better. I actually do believe them, as when I’m not having side effects I can do things like knitting, walking up and down stairs, cooking and other activities once thought gone forever. I have to tell myself that a lot on days like today.
So last night we watched Lost. It was FUN again. That’s the show I remember! There were answers and intrigue and black humour. It was awesome and I’m so glad to have it back. I don’t even have anything bad to say about it. (How’s that for a welcome change?)
I did realise, though, that Ben looks a little bit like my Rheumatologist. It’s funny, because the doctor is this really mild-mannered science-y type of guy. He’s really nice and very compassionate. A polar opposite of Benjamin Linus, yet they do resemble one another.
I’ve been trying to find a picture of my doctor to show you but since there’s a doctor who shares his name that is friends with President Obama, well, I don’t have the patience to wade through that many pages of Google Images to find my doctor. You’ll have to trust me on this.