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I’m two days into the meds now.

I feel like…well I can’t say it, out of respect for my friends with the more delicate constitutions. I knew we were going to hit this thing hard. It turns out I’m taking a combo, the ol’ 1, 2, 3, punch. Maryanna and and I went in for our first counseling/instruction/get-ready-’cause-here-it-comes session Tuesday. The nice lady laid out a whole page of side affects for each of the three meds. I think she forgot to mention a few.

After the info session I went in for a 3-hour intravenous treatment. I’ll go back for that once every three weeks, plus take a couple pills every day. It’s nothing I can’t get through though; just a little tired/achy/tingly/nauseous/and I can’t go outside without my throat closing up so I can’t breath. They figure it’ll take about 6 months. They also say some of the effects should cool down over time.

But let’s get real. Maryanna reminded me of the litany of effects we (she) were warned about going through pregnancy. Basically every strange ache, pain, hallucination, growing of odd limbs, and head rotating 360 degrees and infinitely more effects were possible. Every book and magazine we read listed more possibilities.

The hair hasn’t started moving yet.

Let’s see, can I think of some witty or profound connection to art here?

Nope. I feel like shit.

Peace, love,

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