Its late, i’m up. Tossing and turning in bed.
I was thinking about the blog. I was thinking about being done with treatment. I was thinking about how I will have to transition to a new state of not-quite-healthy-forever. All my lesions will go away. All my dysesthesia will be under control. I’ll have a rough time coming down off of my Klonopin, and I’ll get my sex drive back. But I will still be living with a 15 to 30 percent ‘rate of re-ocurrance.’
I don’t want to do this again.
Depending on how you count, next week is halfway through the 12 month treatment, or two weeks later is halfway through the 48 week self-injection sequence.
And the end of February is the one year mark since I was diagnosed.
I don’t want to do this again.