EPIC bowl fail

EPIC bowl fail

I broke one of my bowls b/c I was using rubber gloves to wash my dishes. I found one for sale on ebay for $100, and posted that image. I was going to buy it, but then I noticed one for $40. It looked identical. I bought that one instead. It arrived, and it was… miniature. I guess you get what you pay for. And again, with this damn broken bowl business, I remained calm, didn’t cry, didn’t get angry, didn’t let it break me. I kept my sense of humor. But I still need to get a replacement for the bigger bowl.

Half Way Point

I reached the half way point in my self-injections. 24 weeks done, 24 weeks to go. 72 injections.

I decided I want to go get the most expensive box of 24 chocolates I can find, and eat one every week for the next 24 weeks. Then (ever the pragmatist) I decided they might get stale, so I will get them in two rounds of 12. What is the most indulgent? Jacques Torres?

It has actually taken me nearly 10 days to get adjusted to the idea that I halfway, and that I have more of this behind me, than in front of me. It was really hard to feel that intuitively for a while. Now I feel it, and it feels good.

Of course, though, the last month, and the next two months are supposed to be the hardest ones. I can attest to how hard the last 10 days have been.

Crappy Day

Couldn’t sleep last night. Blood taste in my mouth again.  I haven’t even put real clothes on today.  Couldn’t make it into the studio. I’ve felt sick, and overwhelmed by the drug side effects.  Lots of dysesthesia, especially in my hands when typing.  Eating is hard – everything is unappealing.  But not eating makes the nausea worse.

I guess the only good thing is that I know it comes in waves, and that tomorow I will feel better.  I don’t seem to bottom out like this for more than 48 hrs.