This morning I woke up to a circus of raging side effects. It started with electrical zaps of pain to my left thigh and right shoulder and then scattering over my joints as though my body were a target for archery practice. No sooner than the bone pain eased, nausea and diarrhea jumped to the front of the line with as intense an attack as I could remember. It was mid-morning before they all diminished.
The rest of the day turned out to be one of the best days off. I spent it with girlfriends. It’s one of the pleasures of women to be able to enjoy the company of girlfriends who are smart and fun and easy to talk with about anything that pops into your head. Women share moments together that are satisfyingly supportive and emotionally fulfilling no matter what activity surrounds your conversation. So, over calamari and drinks, and later, shrimp and more drinks, we expounded our philosophies and expunged the stresses of daily living. It was a perfect catharsis.
Amazingly, with just a brief nap after I got home this evening, I’m still awake to watch Woody Allen movies, which will mean I’ll laugh myself to sleep tonight. After so many days of relentless fatigue, today’s break from work and routine helped to restore a little energy, emotionally and physically. I highly recommend it.
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