Yeah. So the grossness can stop. Anytime now. Especially my 2am heartburn appointments. As can my forgetful, disengaged mind. Sigh.
Don’t get me wrong. I am ridiculously excited to have each and every one of my symptoms in the macro sense. In the microsense, I don’t particularly like carrying plastic grocery bags and gum with me everywhere I go, just in case.
Overall, I’m still feeling OK. My brain remains in its primordeal stage. I am still reading, but not commenting much. No time at work to comment, as my behavior is causing additional scrutiny of how I’m spending my days (I’m spending them trying to stay awake and trying not to puke, ‘kay? Sorry I’m not accomplishing more. Now bugger off.) Mr. JB has been a delight and wonder. All is good.
But I kinda want my brain back.