Answer was no. I did not ride that tide. Instead I steeped myself in deep, deep sleep.
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1 comment:
Sleep is good. I have been endulging in it for most of the last week. I think it is my body adjusting to the Femara. Then again, if could be because I am working my butt off to finish tiling and grouting my JC bathroom.
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