I didn't necessarily feel cruddy afterwards... but instead of the manic get stuff done mode I was in, I faded. I actually do feel better, the tremors have mostly stopped and after enduring them for over a month, that in itself is a blessing.
I did start cutting last night, Josh is gone til Saturday so I will take advantage of the peaceful time... though Quentin started the week off roughly by nearly getting expelled from his after school care program. He is still suspended for the rest of the week while I am a single parent but that's better than for the rest of the year.
I know the feeling well on 'what am I packing for'... 10 miles or 2000 miles. Not knowing sucks big time.