Down for the count.

In the previous post I mentioned that the fatigue wasn't too bad so far. Well that went as far as 1:01 p.m. on Sunday afternoon and then it hit me like a Mack truck. That was the time on the clock before I lost consciousness. I woke up about 6:30 p.m. feeling like I'd been run over by said Mack truck. Some of you have been under general anesthesia and of those some of you have experienced wanting to wake up but not being able to wake up. It's like your body says, "no, not yet". That is sorta what the chemically induced fatigue is like. You have all kinds of ideas for what you'd like to accomplish and your body says, 'I don't think so'.
The rash is an interesting animal. On my face it feels a lot like a sunburn. On the rest of my body it's like acne run amok. And with a body the size of mine there was a lot of runnin'.

My granddaughter is sitting here 'helping' me. It is amazing to watch the progress as she discovers. How anyone can watch a baby grow and develop, and at the same time believe that we evolved from some primordial ooze is beyond me.

I haven't been to work since the 29th of January. That was not my plan. The Doctor and I both thought that work would be a good distraction. Once again it shows that we are not in charge.

Please keep praying.
God is good all the time.

jim

Psalms 139:13-14 For you formed my inward parts; you knitted me together in my mother's womb. I praise you, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made. ESV