I took another pill. Everything hurts. Every part of my body. And the headache still sits pressing on my head. I had a moment of distinct spinning dizziness in the bathroom when I was washing my hands.
If I weren’t afraid that I’d have to do this all over again I would stop taking these damn pills and hope that five days of them was enough. But somewhere in the back of my mind, I get the feeling that it wouldn’t be enough and I’d have to start from scratch with another 10 days of this shit. So I am going to attempt to persist.
Hub noted that I seemed really out of it when I was trying to help him clean up from dinner. He said it sounded like I couldn’t make it across the kitchen. It’s about how I felt. So I came upstairs and got into bed. And at the appointed time, I took the damn pill. And then I
cried…lubricated my eyes. With vengeance.
Five more pills.