The perfect therapy

There is no perfect therapy. I learned that if one medicine is good for one thing, it is bad for ten others. But as usual, she should be laughed at.

Then my autoimmune disease is treated with cyclophosphamide, which is a chemotherapy drug, quite light, but chemotherapy always remains.

I’ve had three infusions. The first two went smoothly, in the sense that I was a little nauseous the next day, I was tired for two or three days, but then as active as ever.

The third knocked me out. misery. I went into a round of slapping.

Aside from the vomiting and nausea the next day (yuck), since I was so dehydrated I passed out not once, not twice, but four times.

The first attached to the toilet (how disgusting … especially thinking that not even in the worst hangover of my life I was reduced like this), the second always in the bathroom, but this time near the sink, that I woke up with a foot stuck behind I was not even a Chinese contortionist, the third on the bedroom door and I fell there beating my head and in the door with a lot of blood running down my hair, the fourth I had time to throw myself on the bed (I had finally learned).

Now I woke up from the slaps of my father in the face … who ran feeling the round of myself.

These fainting stops and after two days I write to the doctor that I was better and that I had fallen but nothing special. Answer: “beware of falls, if strong you need to do a tac”. Total panic.

Then taken by the fear that maybe I have a hematoma on my head, given the bad luck I can find a place (obviously tried) to have the CT scan in the afternoon. I go to do the CT scan and I find a technician who does not understand what a cochlear implant is (I remove the external piece but how do I take it off ??? I tear it from inside my ear ????).

The genius has also interrupted my tac, and he says to me “what do you have a band-aid ???” … I look at him as if to say “I’ll slap you without slapping you”. All to me the hundred brains in short.

However, then the response of the tac all quiet.

In the meantime I realize that I have a slight pain under the ribs on the left. My doctor “and you’ll see you have a bit of colitis” …

no we want other things or we stop ????

See the perfect therapy, it doesn’t exist.