Day 245

It's Wednesday and finally I'm waking up without that hangover feeling. For the first time since last week, my mind feels clear. Brain fog has been terrible. It drags me down and makes the other side effects harder to deal with.

But today I finally feel decent waking up.

90 days to go. Still the concept of a finish line seems so far away.

What a twisted treatment this is. You know you're doing what you have to in order to kill a virus that's trying to kill you....but after such a long period of time you start to forget why you're doing it and the only thing that you know is how you feel today. Each injection starts getting harder to do and it takes everything within you not to throw the hand full of pills right out the window.

In my mind, these are what make me sick. I can see them and what the sides do to my body. The Hep C is nothing more than a number on a sheet paper now. I can not see the Hep C.

It's harder and harder to stay focused on why I'm doing all of this.....

My mind tries not to think about it. I pretend to be normal and still I paste a stupid smile on.

There are 90 days to go and I know that when this is all done and the drugs are all finished I'll be able to see, once again, why I've gone through all of this.

I guess at this point it all comes down to faith.

So for the next 51 injections and 360 pills....faith will have to carry me.

I have a Dragon to slay.