So... I'm taking 1000mg less per day of the main med... and so far so good.
I reduced the dosage by 1 pill at both morning and evening.
So, what was 3 500mg pills in the am and 3 500mg pills in the pm is now 2 each time.
And I'm doing fine!
My doctor was kind of shocked at the healing in my eyes, especially as just a little bit ago all the docs thought I was surely about to have holes drilled.
Hoping this persists even on the lower dosages!!!
This little fishy arrives at my house today... about 1in.
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It's completely squeeeeeeee worthy!
There was a time in my life when, in my much younger years, if someone had said " What's wrong with you, do you have "ants" in your pants"
I would have mumbled... "I sure wish!"
Because... he was Sooooo pretty (i.e. Adam Ant).
And what wasn't to love a bout a pretty punk-ish boy.
"Group conformity scares the pants off me because it's so often a prelude to cruelty towards anyone who doesn't want to - or can't - join the Big Parade... Cherish forever what makes you unique, 'cuz you're really a yawn if it goes." ~ Bette Midler, photographed by Richard Avedon, 1971
Today I managed to make myself an appointment to go see my hair stylist for next Friday...
Yes, my hair is a complete and total wreck.
When your husband is suggesting (repeatedly) that you make an appointment at the salon and spend $$$, you know it's an issue.
Between being about two months overdue for a cut, and goofing with bleaching/coloring myself a bit, and the fade... and now the roots making a new appearance again... blehhhhhhhh.
It's sooo time.
I did not however remember to call my GP for an appointment yet!
I need to do that even more. Seriously.
A med that makes me a functional human being might just be more important than getting my hair done.
Derp. Derp. Derp!
Gotta do better at remembering things.
Happy Birthday Miss Clara.