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- The True Romantic
- Feb 23, 2016
- 1 min read
After 22 months of being a grouchy lion on this day each month, today is a day of leopards and dalmatians. The day that I kinda-somewhat-sorta know things are about to kick off but until late afternoon there was no evidence.
Yesterday when I was speaking with our lovely nurse, I had no idea I would be calling back to tell her that tomorrow is Day 1. Anyone who has ever been through this before knows that importance of every day of this process.
Today I have been achy, low on patience, exhausted and then crampy.
For 22 months this day has been my source of dread. I have added to the previous list of symptoms with a few more emotive ones – disappointed, upset, depressed and basically a blubbery mess. It’s not just the day I have come to dread, but also the day my husband approaches with trepidation as he knows he has 24 hours where his hands are full - one hand is holding me while the other is pouring/handing me a strong alcoholic drink (my only upside of this day).
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