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12th month of treatment
It became easier to walk. The tolerance of treatment was improving. I like to ride roller skates and jump down the stairs. And although I still go up and down the stairs moving two feet on one step, today for the first time in a year I was able to accelerate at the traffic lights.
It became easier to walk. The tolerance of treatment was improving. I like to ride roller skates and jump down the stairs. And although I still go up and down the stairs moving two feet on one step, today for the first time in a year I was able to accelerate at the traffic lights. This is happiness, peeeeeoople!!! :-) My gait is like the gait of a tilting doll. But step by step I’m moving towards victory. I was able to put a bath sponge behind my back. I still cannot raise my arms to tie a pony tail on the top of my head, but I can do much more than before.
 
I met a girl coming from a day hospital. Usually she looked very upset, but today she was cheerful, even smiling.
- Hi! How are you?
- I feel much better.
- I can see)) What happened?
The ‘flashlights’ were stopped. Substituted them for another drug. Whew - she breathed out - I’m not as nauseous as before now. And I stopped losing weight. Happiness exists!
- Oh, these terrible flashlights (Protionamide, Ethionamide, Peteha), they stopped them in my treatment as well. Intolerance.
- No one can tolerate them.
- Glad for you! Congratulations!
- Feeling well and being able to go for a walk are very important for immunity. Today I'll take a stroll.
- Go ahead. Enjoy))
 
Autumn. Pleasant cool blows on the face. The sun no longer burns the skin. I got a desire to look different. The joint pain does not allow to wear high-heeled shoes. I miss them so much!
 
A fragment from the poem "Autumn" by the greatest Russian poet Alexander Sergeevich Pushkin, 1833 (translated by Peter France):
Each autumn's coming makes me bloom anew;
My health is well served by the cold of Russia;
I feel a new love for the old routines,
Sleep has its turn, and after it comes hunger;
The blood runs light and cheerful through the veins,
Desires flock in - happy again, and youthful,
I'm full of life again - my organism
Is like that (pardon my prosaicism).
 
I was probably very happy because during this month stylish men tried to make my acquaintance three times. You know, as in a Russian folk tale: everything three times. The first one proposed to ride bicycles together. He took my refusal for being antisporty. The second offered to drink a glass of wine. The substitution for juice seemed childish to him. The third one was not afraid of tuberculosis, but could not wait for me for a long period of rehabilitation. Well, I was not upset at all - I only had enough strength for the hospital travel and did not think about men. But I was happy with the fact that I was starting to blossom.
 
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