Well, the 1960s & 1970s…..
I would have to be dead now to have had more fun then. We drew the line at needles, but that was the only line.
1974- 21, single, riding a black Harley Sportster and co owning the hottest bar in our state’s capital….so I know a little about euphoria and various other mental states.
So, I am looking at my 84th pill. In a moment, it will be off to fight, well, nothing.
I began feeling physically different 10 or 12 days in: more energy mainly. That has continued. I simply feel good most of the time, especially after my normal 6-7 hours of sleep. Speaking of which, along week two, the great night’s sleep started to occur.
No euphoria for me. I know euphoria (see above)
I am type A all the way. It almost drove me crazy knowing my liver was being damaged by a disease for which there was an effective cure. That situation depressed the consumate optimist. If I can see ANY water in the glass, its half full. Now, knowing I am getting better instead of worse has lifted that funk. That and lexapro. So thats my next goal: wean myself off the “I don’t care” pills. Then I can better say how I really feel.
I still feel antsy at times and generally have a chemical taste in my mouth when that happens. Usually early-right after I get out if bed. Probably dehydration, but who knows…
So tomorrow I will begin to see how it feels to be free of HCV and not taking powerful DAAs.
I don’t know how I am supposed to feel really. The regular old me was sick all the time…so this will be an adventure!!
I built a wooden dory and rowed it down the River of No Return made a liar out of its name.
This will be better!!
Mike
