Square One

The past week has been agony. The office move and deadlines just piled on the stress at work. That combined with an attempt to step down my medication brought my recovery to a screeching halt and plunged me back into being just as sick as I was before. This morning I didn't even feel well enough to walk the eight blocks to work and called in sick.

I called the GI doctor and went to see him this afternoon. He bumped all of my medications back up to where they were when I left the hospital. Hopefully this will clear things up to the point where I can function normally again. Then I can start the process of weaning myself off the meds over again.

It's frustrating. It's embarassing. It's damaging my friendships and relationships.

There's nothing I can really do about it but ride it out.

Lonnnnnnng Weekend

Amy is upset with me.

Recovery from my illnes has stopped and I've regressed to how I was back in the hospital.

I'm running for the toilet every ten minutes.

There's too much work to be done at work in the given amount of time with the way I am feeling.

Sunday night I was reaccquainted with the feeling of ultimate humiliation.