Nothing good to say. I’m so depressed I’d be off to Dignitas if I didn’t have DD and so even then I feel trapped.
I wake up every morning feeling absolutely shite physically and mentally.
I’ve got a cold or stomach flu almost 70% of the time. Or I’m nauseous, bone tired but with rampant insomnia or I have crippling diarrhoea which makes me feel as washed out and limp as a dish rag, as anyone with near-permanent stomach flu would.
the drug regime I’m on is incredibly harsh on my system - the estrogen blockers are killing my energy my sleep my every waking moment; the Palbociclib causes nausea and major stomach and digestion issues. I take sleeping pills otherwise I wouldn’t sleep at all but they make me feel
Unrefreshed and whacked out.
on top of still working part time and parenting a reception-age child my beloved cat just died and I have So Much Death Admin to do. Haven’t even made a will or written half of what I wanted to for DD to read throughout her life.
absolutely nothing positive to say. I am sick of not sleeping I am
sick of feeling like death I am sick of being expected to carry on.
rant over for now but not in general
So this is the best it’ll get that’s the kicker! how is this living? As I said if it wasn’t for DD I’d rather be dead. Waiting to be dead after getting sicker and sicker in a really unpleasant painful undignified way is no comfort at all