Subscribe to this blog's feedI had another day from Hell today. I awoke feeling awful and every part of my body ached. My stomach was screaming and all I could wonder was how I would get my meds down my throat and keep them there. Within an hour of waking, I felt exhausted and only wished I could return to bed, but I can't sleep more than about 6 hours in any 24-hour period. I felt like a zombie and days like these have been occurring more frequently over the past few months.
I can't go on like this. Something must change because my quality of life is becoming severely compromised. I drag my way through my days and even a trip to the gym, where once invigorating, now drains me for the remainder of the day. As much as I hate to contemplate changing my meds, the AZT has got to go. I'm done with the AZT-induced day-of-the-living-dead syndrome because even if the drug keeps me alive, my decreased quality of life is going to kill me.
Changing meds, what a wonderful thought. Not that I need to consider a change medically, per se, but the simple fact that I have a choice of drugs. That maybe, just by changing even one of my drugs, I could resurrect a part of my life that left long ago. Yes, I believe it is time for a change.
