So, after two weeks of fighting the Cough That Would Not Die, I finally made it to my regular doctor today.
Not ONLY am I recovering from
ankle surgery, I now also have bronchitis. I am SO happy about this, I can't even begin to tell you. ::sigh::
I can only hope that this means that I'm getting all of my illness and badness out of the way early, and later this year, when I need to not be sick? I won't be. Fingers crossed, anyway.
The only bright spot in this really shitty time has been the actions and behaviors of my friends and loved ones. Everyone has been amazing. They've offered me rides, loaned me books and movies, come to visit and entertain me, sent me fun things to read and look at online, and basically just been all-around amazing. You guys make me feel so loved and awesome and lucky I'm tearing up as I write this.
j_bkl, I feel I have to say, has been incredible through this entire thing, too. He's gone so far above and beyond without even so much as a grumble. This is why I'm going to be Mrs.
j_bkl in a few months, kids. Because so far, he's displayed that no matter how crap things get, he's just going to square his shoulders and do his best to fix things. And the rest of my family, too - my parents have been amazing (as usual) and
quasisonic has been here at the drop of a hat whenever I've needed her. So that's the good stuff I'm trying to focus on.
In the meanwhile, I'm just going to do my best to deal. Maybe next week I can imitate the Battlestar Galactica skit on Portlandia if that's still on Netflix. Or maybe work on some creative ideas buzzing around my brain. We'll see. In the meantime, there's going to be bed.