Evil-Doers
Sick. Dizzy. Feel kind of drugged, even though all I've been doing is taking melatonin to help me sleep, and the occasional night-time non-drowsy allergy pill, on top of the regular drugs and shots.
I have also had one bowel movement in ten days. Not surprisingly, none of my pants fit.
Yeah, my GP called because my blood test results are spiking. Either I am flaring through the meds (which would explain the sprained ankle, two broken toes, lack of digestion despite enormous amounts of fibre supplements and laxatives, and back pain that makes it hard to tie my own shoes), or my very expensive, top-tier biologics are no longer working.
I really, really hope the drugs have not stopped working, because the evil drug company pays for my $2000/month drugs, and I would hate to have to switch drugs to a company that does not pay me to take their medications.
Drug companies that pay people to take their drugs are my kind of evil.
Had a neice-slash-second-cousin's birthday party yesterday, then my sister-from-another-mister's (read: stepsister's) post-bachelorette brunch. Both weird. Both make me feel completely out of place somehow.
And her wedding is this Saturday. It could either be surprisingly awesome, or terrible.
I am the evil-doers your parents warned you about. With needles.
I have also had one bowel movement in ten days. Not surprisingly, none of my pants fit.
Yeah, my GP called because my blood test results are spiking. Either I am flaring through the meds (which would explain the sprained ankle, two broken toes, lack of digestion despite enormous amounts of fibre supplements and laxatives, and back pain that makes it hard to tie my own shoes), or my very expensive, top-tier biologics are no longer working.
I really, really hope the drugs have not stopped working, because the evil drug company pays for my $2000/month drugs, and I would hate to have to switch drugs to a company that does not pay me to take their medications.
Drug companies that pay people to take their drugs are my kind of evil.
Had a neice-slash-second-cousin's birthday party yesterday, then my sister-from-another-mister's (read: stepsister's) post-bachelorette brunch. Both weird. Both make me feel completely out of place somehow.
And her wedding is this Saturday. It could either be surprisingly awesome, or terrible.
I am the evil-doers your parents warned you about. With needles.