So, CD3, baseline scan this morning says 10 follicles on right (hola!) and 5 on left (whoo hoo!) and I'm off to the races. Shot up in the parking lot, and, well, felt a little jubilant. I am sure I am becoming unhinged.
Yesterday started off badly with a laugh that got edging on hysterical then disintegrated into crying hard. I hiked my hike and saved myself. Then home again. To try to outrun my demons, my darlin' and I went to the park to play. Swings, climbing stuff, badminton, shooting basketballs. And I left the day hot and sweaty and happy with only one big sprained black and blue finger. How fun to have someone to Play with. Not compete against or with, not get instructed or corrected by, not led, nor followed, just WITH.
I had some conversations and took stock and made some choices that have helped- I'll write more about them later as I right now I am sneaking time from work.
But I will say this: my drive up north this morning was through the dawn hours and fog of every kind-- ground fog on hay fields, valley fog along the river, will-o-wisp fog that tendrils up from lake water like ghosts or spirits or sprites, thick blanket fog that makes you drive 2 miles an hour and pray...
the light was glowing and dreamy, amber and gold, and the trees were just barely hints on the hillsides. It was one of my most sustained periods of wallowing in (and driving through) loveliness in recent memory.
I am damn tired after a horrid night's sleep, but the fog? Made waking early worth it.