Thursday, March 25, 2010
Mid Mile 4
Lord help me, I am fading. I made it to work at 11:30 am. I can barely think. My head is in a vice. I am so spacey and feel like I am floating. I can barely make it through typing a sentance before my mind wanders. I think this is normal on lupron. I have read similar stories. This is hell. I keep trying to think of that little pink baby holding my pinky to get through this. I really just want to go home and go to bed. The tears are continuing, for no reason. I just feel sick.