Will it ever end?

Parked on the sofa sleeping the majority of the day. The extreme fatigue continues with any movement using up the small reserves that I have. Laundry and keeping up with the dishwasher are just about my limit now.

Saw my GP today, and he had an EKG and chest X-rays done. He's also getting me in to see a cardiologist ASAP. I'm scared, and I'm pissed off.  When he and my husband are worried, I know that there are things that I'm not being told.

Before the methotrexate, I had gotten to the point where I was feeling healthier and had more energy. Now, I'm on the sofa. It bothers me greatly that the things I want and need to do aren't getting done. 

This drug has screwed me up royally. It's my fault. I took it against my better judgement.

I'm canceling everything for the time being. No white cane training, no occupational therapy, no trips to any doctors but my GP, shrink, and eye specialist. No shopping, no housecleaning, no going visiting. Darling Husband took me out to lunch today where I managed to eat a third of a club sandwich and a few fries. This evening, he grocery shopped and brought me an ice cream cone. Really sweet of him. He truly is a wonderful man, and I'm so very blessed to have him in my life.

Enough for now.