Or: spin, spin, spin, or drill, baby, drill. Most other things are really good. I have gone from a walker to my morning hour of near normalcy, then back to being flattened till about 2 PM.
I am now well into my second round of abx, having done four years, four months, going back to the bottom, then nearly four years of five abx.
The battleground is now behind my eyes and the fore top front of my brain. Go on - laugh, but I can FEEL it. Who ever knows the real locations of the activities in the brain is shaking her/his head by now bu I am the only one in there (ha), and this is how I describe it.
This has gone on for at least two months. I am fervently looking forward to being done with it. Most mornings while walking to the barn, I tell Richard to remind me later how well I was walking. Then less that an hour later, I have bad balance and can stagger around and then am happy to sit at the milk-machine and let Richard do the running back and forth. Then I take my morning abx, stagger to the house, eat after the required hour, and crash.
It is now 11:30 and I am waking from my "drug-induced stupor" and (sort of) writing. There is so much I want to do. I hope this thing goes away soon.