||[Apr. 8th, 2014|07:53 am]
So, last week, Wednesday, wasn't that bad. So I rested. Thursday was good too! Friday was even better. |
So, that was all good news.
Saturday was bad, and Sunday wasn't much better. Monday was bearable, but, I did a bit over 20 minutes of walking to get lunch, and had a glass of wine before bed, and today I feel pretty good, and hope to have a decent day at work. So light exercise is not beyond me, and small quantities of alcohol don't seem to impair my recovery.
So, what happened Friday night to make everything go south on Saturday and Sunday? Well, that's the bad news, which I'm not willing to go into just yet. Suffice to say, I'm nowhere near ready to start acting like a normal person yet.
There are people to whom I owe communication, and I hope to get to that soon.
Sending out reminders to you all - you are loved, deeply, dearly, and deservedly.
2014-04-08 12:58 pm (UTC)
Whatever happened Friday night, I figure it must be pretty bad. Offering condolences, and wanting you to know you're not alone.
Well... it was actually quite pleasant. The implications of the aftermath are what I'm not ready to face. And it might mean nothing more than that I tried *far* too early in my recovery.
S all hugs tentatively offered, and if it wouldn't upset you, I would like to include you on my prayer list.
I welcome prayers thankfully.
I do have to admit, there's a part of me that feels like "but, you know, I'm not dying. I'm distressed and depressed and frustrated that I might have to leave the workforce when I should be at the height of my abilities; I'm scared that fatigue could rob me of the joy and usefulness that might make me feel life is worth living. But, if this was going to kill me, it probably would have by now."
But reading that, you know, that's enough of a load for anyone to carry. And prayers should certainly not be reserved for the body. So I'll say a very since "thank you."