Haze day

The day after being infused is always an odd cove. I know I went for a great breakfast with Stewart this morning, I know Beth did a lovely chicken soup for lunch. Everything else is a wash as the drug in my blood settles in. The drug, Tysabri will sit as a defensive wall in my blood, blocking the attacks on my nervous system. Thats the weird bit, the attacks haven't ended they just can't get through. I spend my life sitting in the eye of the hurricane. Weird, but I'll take that.