Waking Up

I think my Enbrel is working. I think, because I don't want fate to turn around and bite me. But still.

I spent the six weeks before my first injection directing a class of second and third graders through A Midsummer Night's Dream - essentially the brightest thing to happen to me in a very very long time. Though my endurance built over that period, it was still excruciating to last even a couple hours with them. But because I love them, I decided I wanted to go back and keep helping in the classroom now that the curtain has closed.

This gives me a unique opportunity to gauge just how much the drug is helping me, and the comparison between rehearsals two weeks ago and being there today is like night and day. I went four hours without feeling like I needed to lie down at all. And that's huge. Moreover I haven't been lying down much since I got home - another milestone.

I feel like now I can start counting hours in bed instead of out - because it's less. It's insane. I don't know if my mind is fully grasping what is happening yet, but I'm going to start weaning myself off of the anti-inflammatory just to prove I'm right.

And if I am, life is good.

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