As noted previously, yesterday was pretty much handcrafted of USDA grade A failure. My utter lack of sleep Monday night caused me to pretty much turn into a wax dummy by about 10 am. For the second time since this whole thing started, I had to take unscheduled sick time. (As opposed to the infusion sessions, which are pre-planned.)
Did sleep well last night, even if I was dreaming of
As for the past few days, other than the sleep issues, lower GI restart was holy hell, too.
I even restarted on Sunday this cycle, which is pretty unusual. But even with the Senekot, the movements have been pretty brutal. And somewhat unusually, even as they built up in frequency and volume — eight yesterday and overnight, amounting to shall we say a quite considerable net volume — they didn’t get any easier. This led to a lot of serious discomfort and not a little cussing.
Every time I think I understand this process and how my body handles it, things juke a different way. One more, then I can climb out. Otherwise I’d be on my way to bed-ridden.
I swear I’m walking away from this damned trainwreck with my head held high.