(After the last few posts we need some good news around here. This it just getting way too depressing already.)
Good News!
I feel about 40% better.
And only 60% the same-tired-ass-mono-virus-having-chick.
But at least that is a start on the road to recovery.
I am totally-super-happy to be feeling mildly better. And by better I mean that when I am awake I can ‘do stuff’. And by ‘do stuff’ I mean keep my eyes open.
Since keeping my eyes open for an extended amount of time was such a glorious benchmark for me, I wanted to celebrate the occasion. I decided yesterday was going to be the FIRST day I tried to slowly re-enter and re-join the rest of society. While I am still in no condition to return to the office (considering I can only manage to stay awake for a maximum of five consecutive hours with little to no physical movement) I at least wanted to attempt tackling a few minor regular normal daily activities. Besides, I had to do something in order to prevent full body atrophy from completely setting in.
I had no idea how much energy it takes to ‘get ready.’ And by ‘get ready’ I mean putting real clothes on my body. Not even sweat pants. I actually put on a pair of Jeans and Shoes. And then I ‘did my hair’. And by ‘did my hair’ I mean I really did my hair. With a blow-dryer and everything. That was exhausting. So I took a break for 20 minutes before proceeding with my day.
Baby steps people.
I thought to myself, if I am ever going to be able to drive into work again (and forced to get onto the ever-so-dreaded NJTPK) that I might want to practice by driving down my own street first. I got up enough strength to drive to the CVS across the street from my house. Besides I really needed to pick up a fresh pack of cigarettes. When you have been a smoker as long as I have, that is one pretty damn good motivational factor to drive a car. It felt weird to drive. I know two weeks isn’t that long, but it still felt strange to me. Maybe it was just a shock to my system to breathe fresh air for the first time in weeks?
When I came out of the store I noticed in the back seat of my car, I still had two giant black trash bags filled with down comforters that I needed to take to the dry cleaner. I started to laugh because for a moment I felt like Dexter. (minus the boat, extensive traveling sharp murderous tool kit, complete with enough plastic to create the perfect kill room.) I decided to take things to the next level and drive up one more block to the dry cleaners so that I would stop looking like a serial killer trying to cart off hacked up dead body parts.
By the time I got home I was done. But I felt such a sense of accomplishment from doing the simplest of tasks. It was just so nice to do ‘things’ again.
The remainder of my day was well spent resting with candles lit and catching up with the Internet. You guys had me laughing all afternoon. So, Thank You for that.
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