Trip trip, softly, softly.

My 40th infusion is done, and the Tysabri soldiers are lining up in my blood to fight MS for another month. As always happens on days such as this, reality is beginning to slip away into an odd, but weirdly comfortable haze. I know that I'm about an hour or so from the moment that sleep slams the door on the day shut. It will open again sometime tomorrow morning. I welcome it. I know my body has to shut down for a reboot, and the sleep is going to be fantastic!