I added a half pill of the Triavil this morning, so now I am on a whopping 15mg a day!! I can tell I have it in me. You should see the wonkyjawed labels I stuck on packages this morning to be mailed out. Not very professional looking, but nothing I can do about it. It’s odd … I thought I was putting them on straight, but as soon as it was stuck down I could see just how crooked it was. So, I tried to be more careful with the next one … and did the same thing again … THREE TIMES!!! Don’t let anyone tell you that meds don’t mess with your body in unexpected ways. LOL!!!
Anyhow, I’ll stay at this dose level until I can tell my body has adjusted to it and then try another half pill later on in the day. I am supposed to take it 3 times a day, but I’m not real sure if that’s with meals or spread out over the whole day. Since this is to help digestion I will have to call the Gastro’s nurse to find out. But I won’t bother her today. I’m sure Monday mornings are hectic, and this can wait. I’m in no hurry to work up to the full dose. I’d rather put up with a few more days of tummy pain and discomfort than be totally out of it for days, while my body adjusts to it.
I was asked to pray for our sick in Sunday School yesterday, and I lost it. I couldn’t continue, and the teacher had to step in and voice the prayer. There was a time when I could say a public prayer like that almost at an automatic level. It’s not that I didn’t mean it to be voiced to God, but it was also meant for human ears and that was an important concern in choice of words. Now my faith and connection to HIM have deepened so much through all that’s been going on the last few years that I can no longer talk to God with half my mind on the people who might be in the room with me. It’s extremely personal now, and it’s bringing tears to even write about it.
My level of gratefulness to Him for my muscle improvement is so over the top that I cannot pray any other way now. And I suppose part of it is the Emotional Lability that seems to go part and parcel with having a Movement Disorder. But the end result is that I feel close to God in a way that I never have before, and that’s a very good outcome of being sick.