It's happened again. Paperwork has taken over the house. Dishes have a life of their own. I don't know why I find it surprising how quickly stuff can accumulate. In my head, I wonder how I ever managed to run a house, work, shower, sleep, and take care of general business. I'm so happy to accomplish the smallest of tasks (a point recently made by one of my doctors).
Me: I'm getting better. I really think the GU's helping.
Him: What's your definition of better?
Me: Well...I was able to shower, dry my hair, and put on makeup the other day. I even ran some errands.
Him: So, that's your definition of better??? Being able to shower, dry your hair, AND go to Whole Foods.
He makes a good argument.
Although I'm worlds away from how I felt this time last year, I'm nowhere near the girl who could get up at 8am, get ready, make the beds, do three loads of laundry, drop the car at the garage, work 'til seven, make dinner, teach a class, and then run around Disney the next day...something he really wants me to remember.
It's tough...balancing reality with expectations. While it's important to celebrate the small stuff, it's just as important to stay focused on the big goals. Today, I'm trying to do both.
Altered Today: Views on wellness and recovery
PS I remember reading an article once that said most Lyme patients are happy and stop treatment when they become 70%-75% functional. I can see how this happens. After being so sick for so long, any semblance of a life is a beautiful thing. Still, it makes me question. Are we selling ourselves short???
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