So: after having fussed and fussed (and fussed) about this treatment; and then latterly become conscious that I've been making it all a much more anxious activity than it needed to be...
I discover the next stage of my talent for making things more difficult than they need to be.
The first two injections – and let's not neglect the pills, I'd forgotten how hard these pills are on the digestion – were not particularly stressful; it was quite easy to keep working, symptoms were minor and passed almost without notice.
This weekend, however, a bit of chaos: for some reason the first day after the injection I didn't feel bad at all; then about twenty-four or thirty-six hours later, it hit. Scattered and changing problems: a mild fever for four days (ah, now I remember this – I think last time I did these shots I kept the thermometer beside the bed, in a sort of let's-see-how-I'm-feeling-via-numerical-data kind of way – my acupuncturist would laugh and laugh at me for that, he makes fun of me for having to figure out how I'm feeling); and sudden drops in energy, long sleeps, a general sense of being dazed.
Really not very awful: but it's a bit difficult to schedule it into work – my body doesn't seem to be following a timetable as neat as my computer's calendar program. Bummer.
Slightly tricky to give a Monday morning lecture, for instance: at the end of two hours of yammering away about deconstruction, I answer a slew of questions from the huge class, walk back to my office, and decide extremely rapidly that the next thing to do is: put my coat on and take a taxi home.
That night I called A. for advice, who has taken interferon herself (for MS; in a very different dosage pattern), and she, amused as always at my attitudes towards such things, just said, sanely: well, you just have to take it as it comes.
Sigh. I just want symptoms that will follow an Organized Working Schedule: is that so much to ask?...
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