Groundhog Drug

It's deja vu all over again.

Time to learn my lesson and remember that being on a drug holiday does not mean that the drag of therapy won't be back.

Maybe it's like childbirth. It seems mother nature has her way of erasing the pains of childbirth from a Mothers memory in order to allow for the opportunity for her to have more children.

Maybe I'm Bill Murray in GroundHog Day.

Maybe I'm an eternal optimist. The kind that keep coming back to test a theory only to find they didn't crack the code this time...but are pretty sure the next time they've got it.

I tend to be surprised each time by how hard those final days of therapy are.  I keep forgetting the negatives.

Every. Single. Time.

I just came out of it and looking back I realized, yet again, that I pushed myself too hard during this final week. Again.

So, going forward, I am going to mark it in my calendar to make sure I don't work too hard during the week of peak toxicity.

Feb 2nd I'm watching you.




I forgot to remember.

Do I say anything?