The increasing of protein (by an ounce) may be helping a little but, but it's sure not curing the gnawing hunger and insidious fatigue. Today I was so worn out (and my back was screaming) after Anna's dance, I marched into the Pizza Factory with her and got her a small item to go (she felt she'd died and gone to heaven). Then I felt I'd died and gone to hell smelling it all the way home.
Three weeks. I think I can, I think I can, I think I can....
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