Metformin gave me a face of fire, but it kept so many other symptoms at bay. It’s been over a month since I stopped taking it, and symptoms that were vague and tolerable are now becoming constant and cumbersome. I can ‘hang in there’ with most of the maladies, but nauseousness…oh nauseousness…this is a bitter foe I wish could be defeated more easily. And I like pink, but certainly not when paired with ‘eye’, especially after receiving mascara that could be considered my Nirvana–if only I could wear it. And poundy heart. And hive (there’s only ever one and it’s always in the same spot). And fatigue. And tummy troubles. And
I felt icky on my birthday…And…And…
On Monday, at the funeral of a woman who valiantly fought pancreatic cancer, I heard the following verse: That is why we never give up. Though our bodies are dying, our spirits are being renewed every day. (2 Corinthians 4:16) Next week, I have an appointment with Dr. S and hope for progress.
