Well, color me surprised—the weekend wasn’t so bad this time! I didn’t have the usual stomach drama, and I’m not sure if that’s because of the extra hydration or my somewhat healthier eating choices (emphasis on somewhat). Don’t get me wrong, my craving for junk food is still alive and kicking, but I’m trying to balance it out with some nutritious options here and there. Life’s all about balance, right?
Speaking of balance, I’ve noticed I’ve put on a few pounds. Before my diagnosis, I was doing 18-hour intermittent fasting with a 6-hour eating window. Lately, I’ve dropped that to 16 hours, but over the past couple of weeks, I’ve had a few days where I’ve given in at the 12-hour mark. In the fasting world, they call that window creep. Yeah, it’s creeping up on me, and I probably need to kick myself back into gear. Maybe it’s time for a reset.
Now, let’s talk about those delightful self-injections of Nevestym I did on Sunday and Monday. You might remember these are the shots that caused that Fred Sanford walk last time, but I followed Nurse Tiffany’s advice and… it helped! The bone pain wasn’t as bad this time, though instead of walking like I’m 80, I’ve been feeling like a human pinball machine. Random, tiny electric shocks have been pinging through my body like a broken circuit board—my back, my thigh, even my jaw. Let me tell you, you don’t really appreciate your jaw until it feels like Mike Tyson decided to use it as a punching bag. Surprise! Shock! Boom—jaw pain.
Just as I start thinking, “Okay, maybe that’s the last one,” another shock comes flying out of nowhere. And then—lucky me—it’s time for the next injection, so the fun starts all over again. But hey, at least I’m not doing the Fred Sanford shuffle, so that’s progress, right?
All in all, not a bad round, and if a few surprise electric zaps are the worst of it, I’ll take that win! Here’s to handling this thing one shock at a time.
