Iron infusions (a.k.a. "superhero treatments") seem to be working. Despite the side effects immediately following each treatment, I do actually feel better! *knock on wood*
The downside of all of this newfound energy (y'know, what normal people feel like) is that my brain can't keep up. Meaning: mentally, the energy (or desire) isn't there. I don't want to think, process, read, write, analyze. Before, I was exhausted and in bed by 8 p.m., and my brain was done, no problem. But now...
Is this why people watch TV? So they can turn off their brains for a while? But I can't do that. When I watch TV or movies, I want to be involved, interested, invested, and engaged. So far, the boob tube hasn't been allowing me to "tune out."
You know what does?
Wine.
And sometimes vodka.
But I shouldn't be getting liquored up just to douse my brain. That doesn't seem right. In fact, I know it's not right -- there's a whole episode of House about it! (Except the guy in that episode doped up on cough syrup, of all things -- just like one of the first guys I ever date, but that's a different story.)
My Unit helpfully made a list this morning of things I can do to help us since last night I was wondering around our (rental) house saying, "I don't know what to do with myself!" From here, my desk at work, I've accomplished 3 of the 5 things on the list -- in addition to doing all of my work for the day, editing/proofreading a holiday letter for a business, and sitting in a chair with an IV in my arm for two hours.
Ugh.
Time to find some new (time-consuming) hobbies as I don't have any shows on the books for the foreseeable future.
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