this past weekend i was feeling pretty good. i went to the mall. we had an awesome easter. monday & tuesday were great days for me. i had my spunk back. i was being witty & sarcastic. i was pretty much really beginning to feel like my old self.
since i was feeling good, i thought i would do a post about how good i was feeling. i scheduled it to post thursday evening along with my "there goes my shot at being a princess" stuff. unfortunately, i had to cancel it from being published.
i had a craptastic blood draw wednesday that made my whole arm hurt. i'm convinced that poor vein in my left arm is shot. i suggested long ago that they alternate arms for me...oh no, they don't like to do that. like the blood in my right arm is going to be different from the blood in my left arm?! i digress...
when the labs came back, i received the call. evidently, all was not well with my pro-time. i had to increase my coumadin for wednesday drastically. that pretty much kicked my ass. i felt rotten by bedtime wednesday night. i slept til noon on thursday. i didn't make it through the work day friday. poor miss maggie at the dr's office. she caught the brunt of my frustration. i need to apologize when i see her tomorrow.
what is making me still feel bad? the medicine that is helping me, or just the fact that i still feel like shit? pardon my language, but come on! i'm so over not feeling good. i don't even like to tell people who ask me the truth anymore. it's just easier & less frustrating for me to say that i'm feeling good.
