So there I was last night with my head swimming in nausea after the MTX injection, unable to sleep, contemplating - I mean what else is there to do in situations like this? - and snippets from the day rushed past me: another earthquake shaking the ground beneath my child's feet, cat dragging a dry bit of fish (whoever gave her that!) through the house, a colleague telling me in tears that he left his wife, one of the car low beam headlamps went as I was driving home through the dark storm, someone knocked over the paraffin container in the laundry room, both too tired for a meaningful exchange over dinner and then the dishwasher started to leak soapy water from below and behind and all over the kitchen floor. 

And I thought to myself - just for a second, mind you - this is good, this is wonderful, what a life we have.
Oh, mustn't forget those menopausal hot flushes.

Drugs

Drug No 1 is supposedly giving me a moon face and generally make me gain weight - hasn't happened yet but who knows. However, drug No 2 is reducing my appetite and in most cases results in weight loss. Noticed that already.
While drug No 1 is causing my facial hair to grow - I have a slight blond beard by now -, drug No 2 makes my hair fall out, my brush and comb are full of hair and so is the drain of the shower. There is still plenty of hair to go.
Then there is drug No 3 to counteract the gastritis and other digestive disturbances due to drugs No 1 and 2 and for the really bad nausea, there is drug No 4, but only occasionally. Twice a day I take drug No 5 to counteract pontential osteoporosis due to drug No 1 and then there are the drops and lubricants for the very dry eyes and nostrils due to drugs No 1-1000000. Almost forgot drug No 6, to be taken 12 hours after the weekly injection of drug No 2. An innocent little yellow pill that is.
Every night I sit down like a good little nurse and dole out the stuff into this neat box with separate compartments and put it beside the bed before I go to sleep so that I take drug No 1 at the proper time of my circadian cycle. It's like playing hospital.