I have never been so ill in my life. Suffice to say that I don’t want to die, but I would sure like to be dead. I think it is the unremitting cluster headaches (hideous) and the puking. I feel like Phoebe, when she was pregnant, except I’m not craving meat. I’ve been sick now for an entire year and have lost about half of my body weight. I look like hell.
On the upside, I’m getting my hair chopped on Thursday, with pink highlights.
Mike has a “procedure” on Tuesday, with Monday being one of those go-lightly days. I expect him to be cranky and hard to get along with. He has a bunch of tests prior to his surgery next week. June is going to be one long hospital stay, so I may fall off the grid again.