Keeping it real about my recovery:
What a joy it was to report to you the victories I felt the other night. What a glorious feeling! And enjoying “real” food still is. Jack does make award-winning chili. Yum!
Unfortunately, since then I’ve spent my days close to my chair, keeping a basin nearby. When I stand and walk I get that feeling of darkness closing in around my eyes with the sound of a zillion beetle legs clicking louder and louder. I come close to passing out.
Every time I get up.
I’ve gone to the bathroom and had to fall into the bed (mere steps away) so as to avoid ending up on the floor.
I’ve had to make my breakfast in three phases because I couldn’t stand long enough to scramble eggs with ham and cheese. Stand 2-3 minutes, sit 15, repeat.
On top of that weakness, I’ve been nauseous. I can tell the “it’s time to eat” nausea, but this is not that. It’s ugly and I won’t describe it. Just know it’s more than uncomfortable.
I’m not sharing this looking for sympathy or pity. I’m trying to be honest about the struggles and victories I’m going through on this journey toward a healthy me.
If you’re so inclined, I would love your prayers that whatever is causing these problems are revealed and repaired.