It gets better and better.
Yesterday I had the best day I've had in a long while. A lot of that can be attributed to the improvement of my health due to my recent oral surgery. In the past few years, an overcast day like yesterday left me fatigued and sore but I didn't feel that way this time. In addition, though I've not been able to use my alternative herbal medicine because it makes my dental pain worse, I've been able to do things I only could while alternatively medicated - such as pop my lower spine, which brings relief to my legs and allows me to breathe better. I know I've been feeling better these past few weeks than I have in months but my day yesterday really brought home how the dental issues were affecting my health. I knew the problems were making my overall health worse, but I didn't know how bad until lately.
After he got off work, Mr. Wonderful picked me up to visit with him, Little Miss Wonderful, and his parents. With the weather as it was, I'd usually have to decline the visit because I'd be nearly bed-ridden. I've not been able to visit with the family in a couple of months because I'd been so beat down. In the seven hours I spend with the whole Wonderful family, I barely had to rest - and only a few minutes when I did need to do so. Lil' Miss was so loving and cuddly with me, which is great because I like to love on little ones. Before my health started to improve, I'd often be exhausted and sore from playing with her, even if it was a happy sore. By the end of the night, I was a little tired but it certainly was a happy tired.
After dinner, Mr. Wonderful's mother took me aside and told me that her and Mr. Wonderful's father spoke about having noticed a great change in me. She said that I seem more alive than I have in over a year, that I'm peppier, friendlier, and more engaging. She said I've lost the pallor and no longer seem like I may have to go to ER at any moment. For my part, I had previously started to believe that the family no longer liked me - I am stunned at how skewed my perspective and interpretations of things became due to underlying illness. Yesterday, I felt like one of the family again.
And if I can seem that much better in two weeks, just think how I'll feel by the end of the year!
Also, I'm up to 38% of the funds I need for my denture: Pretty New Smile
After he got off work, Mr. Wonderful picked me up to visit with him, Little Miss Wonderful, and his parents. With the weather as it was, I'd usually have to decline the visit because I'd be nearly bed-ridden. I've not been able to visit with the family in a couple of months because I'd been so beat down. In the seven hours I spend with the whole Wonderful family, I barely had to rest - and only a few minutes when I did need to do so. Lil' Miss was so loving and cuddly with me, which is great because I like to love on little ones. Before my health started to improve, I'd often be exhausted and sore from playing with her, even if it was a happy sore. By the end of the night, I was a little tired but it certainly was a happy tired.
After dinner, Mr. Wonderful's mother took me aside and told me that her and Mr. Wonderful's father spoke about having noticed a great change in me. She said that I seem more alive than I have in over a year, that I'm peppier, friendlier, and more engaging. She said I've lost the pallor and no longer seem like I may have to go to ER at any moment. For my part, I had previously started to believe that the family no longer liked me - I am stunned at how skewed my perspective and interpretations of things became due to underlying illness. Yesterday, I felt like one of the family again.
And if I can seem that much better in two weeks, just think how I'll feel by the end of the year!
Also, I'm up to 38% of the funds I need for my denture: Pretty New Smile