"Why are you too tired, to make dinner" Mr. Wild Dingo asked.
Sometimes he forgets it.
“Maybe because I’m on 9 medications for a multi-system infectious disease,” I reply.
I had a bit of a scare this weekend. I was so weak, my knees buckled and I couldn’t stand up. Keeping in mind that Herxes can be fatal and feeling guilty that I’m quite useless, I suggested, “Maybe I should ask the doctor if I should take a break for a week from this new medication.”
“No way,” he replied. “This is the most I’ve ever seen you herx,” (Again, he forgets that I spent last summer on the sofa.) “You need this medication. Push through it.”
Sometimes, he gets it.
If it’s one thing I know how to do, is push. I just hope he won’t mind picking up Chipotle for his dinner every night this week.
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