The memory of smoke

The memory of smoke

Wednesday, May 20, 2015

Nothing so lonesome, so morbid or drear

At this point, beer is still unappealing. Will this be the last time I have alcohol? Not that I mind, really.

Not ready to call it, but it feels like something has changed.

Saturday, May 16, 2015

I could really do without this bit, though

Dizzy and queasy all week. Feels very hormonal. Fading day by day.

The opposite of pregnant, so I count blessings.

Tuesday, May 12, 2015

Oh, rapture.

Starting again, with loads of distress and nausea, dizziness. A week off, and it starts the week after. Anxiety way through the roof.


Sunday, May 3, 2015

Neither here nor there.

Wound up going on five weeks of hot/cold flashes, then the virus. Have not started bleeding yet, going on seven weeks. At least my back is not terribly upset about all the coughing, as it once would have been, which is reassuring.

Interruptions of everything.