The weekend was not long enough. I felt like I was ready to start this protocol all over again, but now I know I was not. I got up fairly early for a Saturday morning, and sat on the couch, did some writing, and sipped my coffee that Dave got me. I was trying to decide what I wanted to do for the day, as I know I take it even easier once I start my protocols, as it is important to not overdo it and I tend to either way. I can’t just sit around. I never could. I was completely miserable when I did sit around and felt like my world had stopped and everything else was going when I was in a really bad place.
I sent a message to one of my friends to go out to dinner, as it was easy enough, and she has been dating a new guy for over a month and I knew she really wanted Dave and I to meet him.
I went to work and felt really light headed. I prepared for the next day, getting everything ready so I would have an easy day on Sunday, and be able to work on Monday’s work… the day I was to begin treatment again.
By the time I got home, I was done. Toast. I almost called to cancel dinner plans, but I really wanted to try to take my mind off of feeling terrible. I did a lactated ringer and laid down on the couch, and faded off to a light sleep to try to get some stamina back. We ended up having a good dinner, and I had a good time. We were back home early so I relaxed. I decided to skip the second ringer as it seemed to be the death of me for the week.
Sunday seemed to fly by. Dave made sure I didn’t sleep to far past my alarm, and once again (quite possibly the best husband ever) enjoyed a cup of coffee he brought me. I didn’t really feel like getting ready, so in a matter of minutes I was ready to head out the door.
I was a little foggy at work, making a lot of mistakes on entering invoices (hey, that’s why we check them) to be able to see what we needed to order for Monday and Tuesday’s deliveries. I was kind of excited though that I remembered a lot of product numbers, even though I entered in the wrong products. Whoops. You wanted haddock? Oh… well you are getting salmon instead. Like I said, we check them to make sure I do a perfect job.
I was in a lot of pain when I was sitting at the computer desk. I couldn’t get my back in a comfortable position, and my joints in my fingers were really sore. I pushed through it though because I didn’t know how this week would be.
I have a habit the day before starting a new protocol to freak out and make sure the house is clean. I was so sore and was getting really dizzy, but I wanted to clean the house. Sweep, vacuum, laundry (minus folding and just throwing in my “clean clothes” hamper), clean the bathroom.. everything needed to be done. I was completely out of breath trying to get everything done, sitting on my knees and taking lots of breaks, but I finally got it done. I was relieved but knew it would be a bad decision.
I cooked dinner and spent the night on the couch. I asked Dave while I was tossing and turning on the couch, trying to find a comfortable position, “I’m not getting my line out, am I?”. He looked at me and said, “No, I don’t think so.” I wanted to prove him wrong but I was changing my tune from easy to a little less optimism. Come out, rainbows, butterflies, and unicorns, I can sure use you right about now.