Not tripping balls.
Updated: Jan 10
Today I didn’t take the RSO due to the fact that I was going to be driving myself to a couple of appointments, a worthy reason to back off for half a day. Unfortunately I didn’t sleep well last night due to the diamond hard, perfectly square poo gems that were having a party in my intestines threatening to “Alien” themselves out of my ostomy “Klaus” but not quite wanting to leave, so I still felt slightly disembodied anyway (gripe, gripe wah!) The good news is that I can actually drive again as my butt is doing so much better. Fortunately my surgeon agrees regarding my posterior, I don’t need to come see him for 2 months, 4-6 weeks has been our previous schedule so…This is improvement.
My immunotherapy is scheduled for next Wednesday, a beginning of a new adventure in the best possible way, I hope. There is always apprehension when I start a new treatment but this time I feel quiet inside about it, hopeful with the volume turned down.
I should have written this BEFORE I took my first RSO dose of the day, I would write a note to myself but I would never read it.
I am laying on my massage table as I write this, my butt stuffed in the most professional way as the THC kicks in the molasses that thickens my thoughts. My butt feels decent and I am looking forward to a more positive outcome in the next few weeks. Cautiously optimistic I continue to trudge through the dark forest.
Until next time ❤️