3 Weeks Left

Three weeks left.

Last night was a rough injection – it just hurt. I probably was too close to a nerve, or something. Whenever that happens, I almost always feel terrible the next morning. It is Noon, and I am just waking.

Three weeks left.

I’m in San Francsico. It is wonderfully cold here. Such a relief from the already overheated NYC (and it is going to get so much hotter there.) It is really encouraging to realize how much better I am doing now than when I was here in November. In November I was rolling around on the side walk, with my shirt off, scratching myself, and not knowing why or what do do. Now I know that’s called dysesthesia, that I take Atarax for it as needed, and that I can meditate my way out of most full blown attacks.

I think it is also that my body has just adjusted to the intake of these toxic chemicals, and my mind has accepted the physical limitations and scaled back accordingly. Kind of… I am still trying to do too much. Even here in SF “on vacation.”