Feeling a bit more up to things again

[mmegaera]

To the point where when friends offer to take me places, I can go. I tire really easily, but we've found ways around that. Up to and including my friend Judy, who has a conversion van I can sleep in the back of while she takes me places, so that I have the actual energy to enjoy them when I get there. Is that a wonderful friend or what?

And that last post was the first blog post I've written since I got sick. So yay, me!

I'm settled into my new place, and I feel safe and comfortable here. Also, not having to figure out what kind of food I can eat and just having it there for me has made all the difference. I've stopped losing weight, for one thing [g].

The symptoms are starting to gradually get worse (whatever Power That Be who decided the main symptom of the endometrial part of this would be the equivalent of really bad menstrual cramps all the time needs to be shot in the kneecaps and left to die), but that's just the way it is. It would be nice to have a working internal thermostat again, too, but hey. At least I still have a brain.

I am so grateful to my local friends, who have bent over backwards to help me out. You have no idea. Seriously. And my long distance friends, too, who have done all sorts of things to keep my spirits up. I have the best friends on the planet. Period.

Comments

[dfledermaus]

I'm glad your friends are helping you stay active, mentally and physically, as much as you can.

I completely understand how it's important to you to stay alert and not be foggy from drugs. I kind of hope they just don't understand, because you can fix that, but if there's nothing that exists, then you have to spend time and energy balancing pain vs. clarity.

[mmegaera]

No, alas, they do understand. There just isn't much in the way of alternatives that a) I can take without ending up asleep most of the time (foggy is a not so charming vast understatement), and b) that I can tolerate (my opiate tolerance is -- interesting, in the Chinese sense). So it's really frustrating. I keep wishing I had someone who would ask me if I'm okay, so I could say no, and they would have the ability to say, okay, let's fix it, and *fix* it.