Hep C Discussion Forum

This morning I took my Rib, Harv, Dak to start my 4th day of treatment. I'm on a 12 week course (gnome 3 with early cirrossi) with every reason to believe that I am on my way to being cured. I truely feel the virus slipping away with every bottle of water I force feed myself. I'm doing the 3 1/2 liters of H20 per day with a large kale, spinach, broccoli, beets, smoothie in the evening. So far, so good........feel okay other than my liver feels a bit tight, a bit swollen maybe.......not too sure as I'm somewhat of a headcase. 

I had a bizarre dream last night that I thought I'd share. ... I dreamt that I woke in the middle of the night. I was in the house I'd grown up in, very realistic, seemed very natural, could even feel the shag carpet under my feet when I sat  at the side of my bed. That long  carpet told me that this was sometime in the early 70's. 

I moved quietly on the balls of my feet down the dark hallway. It's crazy man but I could hear my dad snoring from behind the door that faced me at the halls end. The dream took on a nightmare quality when I passed my older brother Rob's door. He'd been killed in Vietnam in '73', and I was terrified just contemplating whether or not he was in there. I don't know why, but I was scared ****less. 

The only lights I can remember seeing were from my old clock radio, and a dim sort of bluish glow that seeped from between the kitchen refrigerator and its slightly open door. This last part I could see from bottom of our stairway. I remember that I thought about the food going bad. 

In the kitchen I opened the fridge. Completely empty except for a Tupperware container about the size of a shoebox but square shaped. It was opaque but I could see though it somewhat, just that something red, bloody, like a big chunk of raw meat was in there. Strange, I remember thinking.