Today is Oct. 28, 2015. A Wednesday.
Tomorrow I will have gone two full weeks at 2 milligrams. Usually after two weeks, I drop the dose again;this time, it would be to 1.5.
I guess I will do it. I have already set up my med box with only .5 milligrams upon retiring, .5 at 6 AM and .5 at 12:30.
But I have felt pretty terrible, awfully tired, and miserably bleak waking up (or at least getting out of bed).
I have gone through this day in a foggy daze. I finished polishing the down stair’s tile–this time the floor in the half bath. Kitty-litter every where. And the old cat is looking awfully old.
Did an hour on bike; 25 on elliptical, for a total of 800 calories, and .5 mile swim.
I feel like Beckett again: “I go on; I can’t go on. I can’t go on; I go on.” And so forth, and so on.
I have a little growth on the end of my nose that I may have to get a doctor to look at….
The World Series started yesterday, like I care. I don’t know any of these guys. I lost track 20 or thirty years ago.