I'm not talking about speed, although I hate that too. I am talking about the methotrexate I take weekly to help my Crohn's disease. Tuesday is my meth day. I hate it with a disgust that is not measurable. If I wasn't seeing some measure of improvement, I wouldn't be on it any more.
But first, before my meth shot today I went with my son's class to the Dodge Nature Center. I purposely postponed my shot so I could drive for the field trip. I have not been active at all with my son's school which is unusual for me. So it was a great joy for me to participate in this 2 hour field trip. My son was extremely happy I came, and I got to spend some time with him. There is another field trip coming up and I'd love to participate, but I don't think I'll be able to. It is at the end of the day next Tuesday, and I don't think I can postpone my shot that long. Plus I have a doctor's appointment in the morning, and I was able to do this field trip by sleeping late and resting up for the trip so I'd have the energy. I probably can't do that next week. My husband will drive if I can't.
When I got home, I took my meth shot. Blech! I have to psych myself up to take it. The pain from the injection is nothing compared to the rest of it. About 10 seconds after the injection the nasty taste permeates my mouth. There is no way to get rid of it that I have discovered. Then about half an hour later the general icky feeling spreads over my body. And at this point in my day I am exhausted. My husband generally knows on Meth Day he's either going to make sandwiches for dinner or take him and my son out for dinner. Because I have no desire to eat and am too tired to do much of anything.
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