Day 15, or at least I think so. I have been headstrong the last few days in restraining myself. I can't say I've made it to day 15 without failing, but at least I've made it to day 15 and I'm still here. I may be weak, tired and in varying amounts of pain, but none the less I am still breathing and feeling. I wake in the morning feeling slightly more positive than I would have several months ago, yet so many days I could easily go back to sleep and not face the world. I sway between wanting to take advantage of the illness and wanting to quash it completely so I don't have to think about or feel anything.