Feeling human again!
As with all illnesses, there eventually comes a turning point, a line that once crossed is a clear indicator you are feeling better. For me, that happened yesterday.After six weeks of "feeling poorly" and recovering from emergency surgery, six weeks of physical energy in the negative numbers and mental energy in a pea soup fog, I awoke yesterday morning feeling -- okay.
My feet hit the floor, still later than my traditional pre-sickness 5:30 a.m. wake up, but without that post-traumatic cloudy heavy aching feeling. I awoke, had a small breakfast, cleaned up the kitchen. Wet mopped the kitchen floors. "Straightened up" the living room. Sorted several cases of donated food into "brown bags" for a few neighbors in need (many things pass through my hands to others who might need them; I seem to be a conduit for that).
I went to lunch with two friends. Did school work and wrote for the website I edit.
Wow!!!
Only the day before I was shuffling about, wanting nothing more than to pull the covers my head with the thought "wake me when it's over (i.e. when I am well).
Then came that "duh" moment of realizing I was up and doing things and NOT feeling poorly.
I've done laundry and hung it out on the line in a stiff westerly wind, altered jeans to accommodate the weight loss of this illness (a good thing for many reasons), written an editorial response to something, and am about to tend my birdfeeders.
It's a wonderful day!
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Something I never take my own advice on.
Here's to your continuing recovery!