Today, I am 30 years old.
Yay Obama! Finally, I can feel proud to be an American again.
Happy belated Guy Fawkes Night! Wish I'd had an effigy to burn last night.
Two new lesions on my MRI. Switching to Copaxone from Avonex. Wish me luck.
Quit smoking. Not grumpy, mostly relieved, KNOW that I will be completely elated in a day or two.
Considering vegetarianism again. Meeting some resistance from the man of the house.
Started PT yesterday and had thought I was doing much better. The therapist proved to me that my left side is still retarded and even my right side is relapsing somewhat. Also brought into focus that I AM SO TIRED. Still.
I want really badly to be excited about my birthday. To either be happy or pissed about it would be fine, but this fatigue induced lethargy is downright depressing. My husband is in the kitchen making me a cake. He washed my car today and bought me a tattoo gift certificate. I unexpectedly got the day off and wasted all of it sleeping. My kids are gonna come home from long days of school and soccer/dance and still be really stoked and energized about my birthday. Why can I not bring myself to care? I completely hate myself today.