Day 3: looking like death

What a difference 50mg of something horrible can make.

Last night I woke up at too bloody early o’clock.  From 4am to at least  5.30am, I lay there, panicking because I couldn’t get back to sleep.  It didn’t help  that my husband had hijacked half my pillow and the dog was talking in his sleep.

Unsurprisingly I woke up this morning looking and feeling like absolute shit.  Death warmed up, I think would the appropriate terminology.  Actually, make that death warmed up, reheated, eaten and then regurgitated all over the floor.

Had someone come to my front door today they would have been greeted by a yawning, pale and clammy looking individual with puffy hamster cheeks (my husband’s words, not mine) and eyelids that drooped below my eyelashes. Definitely not a day for selfies, that’s for sure.

Having felt pretty good since starting the Azathioprine on Monday,  I’m hoping today was a result of sleep deprivation, not a sign of things to come.  On a positive note, there’s still no sign of the nausea I was dreading.  I’ve already put in 8 collective months of morning sickness over the years so I can well do without any more of that, thank you very much.

Rewind to Day 1. Fast forward to Day 7.

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