Week 7, Day 2

Yesterday I started the 7th week of this lovely treatment. The effects are now decidedly getting worse but not so bad that I can't function. Mostly I do stupid stuff like almost crash into a curve or drive somewhere and not know why I drove there in the first place. The funniest one was one day while I was daydreaming about going back to yoga, next thing I know I'm in front of the yoga studio and I have no idea how I got there. It's kinda scary, kinda weird, kinda funny. You gotta laugh otherwise they'd be a lot of crying...
I am also super tired lately. I am sure is the blood chemistry doing what it's supposed to. The drug kills the bad cells in the body but in the process it also kills a lot of the good. All the rapidly developing cells are the first ones to die (red blood cells/white cells sometimes eye nerve cells and *gulp* hair cells ). I haven't yet lost any hair, thankfully but I know it's probably going to come... Funny that I'm more worried about being bald than blind. There's a saying that goes "Primero muerta que sencilla", "rather be dead than humble". As long as I still feel that way I know I haven't lost my "joie the vivre"
I am trying to take it one day at a time but I can't help but think that at the time where I hit UND (undetected) there will be 44 to 48 weeks added to the treatment. So even if I were to be UND on my next viral load test, I'd still have 11 months more to go. A lot of people go through 72 or even 96 weeks of treatment so I won't complain. All I want is this thing out of me. I'm working hard at it. I'm putting all my effort into getting cured...
I've decided I'm going to start meditation since right now prayer is not something I have my heart into. I've also decided I will start going back to yoga. I did my first class in 8 weeks today.
I gotta say I'm still in pretty good shape but there were a couple of times I did want to return my breakfast. Nausea and all, I love how alive yoga makes me feel so I think I'm going to suck up the nausea and continue building my practice.

Well, that's it for my little cheesy gordita (youngest child) is up and we're about to go see some firetrucks and other fun stuff for my big tamale (oldest child). Loves his cars!