Pushing Boundaries

Yesterday, for my final high dose day, I went a bit aggressive. I was overly ambitious, and I've been paying for it ever since. Instead of a 4-4-4 twice a day, I did 6-6-6. Last night, after ingesting the pills, I was so nauseous I could barely sleep. I tossed and turned for hours, until midnight when I went to the bathroom and dry heaved for a bit. I'm convinced that part of the issue is that I'm so sick of milk, it's truly causing me major problems. I'm SO HAPPY to be done with my artemisinin until after the MRI. Phew. I can now focus on eating healthy. Well, that is, as soon as I'm able to eat. My stomach is so messed up that everything makes me nauseous. I've been drinking pint after pint of water, and it has been helping to sooth my poor little body. I always have a tendency to overdo things. It's one of my worst traits. Like cookies, if one's good then five must be better - just like my pills. Ugh. I can't wait to feel better. It was so discouraging to see nice weather outside, and yet not be able to go for a walk or a run. Instead, I've been huddled up with my insides in knots. It was nice taking a long nap, and I'm hoping that tomorrow after more sleep, I'll be back to normal. I'm always pushin boundaries and this time I definitely blew it. Live and learn, I guess.

Just Doin' His Job

I'm on day two of sprout growing. I drained the seeds and tomorrow, I expect to see just a few sprout faces poking out.

I can't believe I only have three weeks before the MRI. This is such a huge time that happens just four times a year. I've been much more lax on the diet, soon we'll find out if my wayward ways have fed little Hermie. I keep reminding myself, each time I get tense, that it has been important for me to be able to have pizza, ice cream, red wine, sourdough bread, and other fun treats in order to test the limits. I need to see whether it's important to be perfect with my diet, or if just maybe, it's okay to eat some fun non-nutritious foods. It's scary, of course, but man has it been fun :) and delicious.

Tonight is supposed to be my final high dose artemisinin night until after the MRI, but I've decided to extend one more day and up the dosage to counteract the decrease of absorption that goes with the high doses. I'm doing a final kick in the pants to poor little Hermie. He's just been dancing around in there, gobbling up whatever I've been giving him, and I don't think he's going to see it coming. Poor guy...I almost feel bad for him. He's just trying to survive in a tumor eating human world. Just doing his job in life, which of course, is death. Can't really blame him for trying. Adios little Hermie! I wish I could say that it isn't personal, but I'd by lying.