I do my injections on Monday, what the heck am I thinking you ask. I am blessed enough to work from home, so I decided that if I did my injections on Mondays I would feel best by the weekends. It's all great in theory but at this stage in the game I don't feel fabulous at any time.

There are some days that start out very hopeful and I think I am going to do pretty well so I gear up for some adventures. It generally starts with a trip to the bank or the grocery store, at which point I quickly learn that the most adventure I have energy for is a walk to the mailbox and I have overextended myself the moment I put the keys in the car.

Went to Walmart last weekend, I know, what the hell was I thinking, but I do need to eat. I was there a bit over an hour and made 11 trips to the bathroom. After the first couple I began to alternate between the front/back bathrooms, so as not to draw undue attention. The first question one must ask oneself is what on earth I could have fathomed that I thought I could tackle a place big enough to have a front/rear bathroom.

Those who know be best though will tell you I am creature of bold moves. I felt though, far less than bold and the end of my journey, face sweating, feet numb, guts wretching, head pounding, trying to maneuver my way home, half blind and all stupid. Needless to say that was the end of my adventures for the day, I have warn a permanent butt print in the sofa and at 108 lbs I can tell you it took some commitment.

I don't know what week I am on anymore and have not the energy to surf through my blog to count out from my last log of the date. I have become pretty focused on the date Dec 15th. Its much too far out to begin counting days, but as its well past the 1/2 mark it seems an attainable goal. All and all the time has actually gone by much faster than I contemplated.

At the moment though, as fall is coming on fast and furious, I anticipate these last few months to be of great challenge.

One day at a time Sherrill, one day at a time.......