I have been withdrawing from the methadone that they gave me as a substitute for the morphine I can't tolerate. Turns out that withdrawing is pretty rough. Not as rough as the side effects. I am now stunned to discover I can't take narcotics without big trouble.
Not great. Luckily my pain level has subsided a bit with the lack of activity.
Life is made easier by my husband. We are now alone. For three days.
He is trying so hard. I am being really sick and difficult. I have held down two meals in a month. I struggle to keep fluids in. The coughing retching uses hours a day.
I visit people and can barely sit up. Not very good at being a sick person.
My anger stuns me. Keep having to remind myself that it is a side effect of two drugs. And that anger is part of this.
I am doing the best I can.
Tim found me three beautiful pale butterflies that died in the windows during the mating frenzy.