A Declaration of Intent to Heal
To put things into a little perspective about how difficult this recovery has been, it's been a month and a half since I was last able to go to my favorite used bookstore. Now, they're used to seeing me at least once a week. The place is more like my home away from home than it is a place that I shop. It's not far to walk from where I work. The problem has been, not having the energy or the strength to actually make the trek. When you can't bend or lift, that makes things even more difficult because even if I got there to buy books, I don't have any way to get them back home. So, they haven't seen me lately. I haven't seen them.
The same goes for my favorite comic book store, which I found out is closing this month. It makes me die a little inside to hear that. This is the store that sucked me right back into comic books when I thought I'd completely outgrown them and through them I discovered that I was gloriously, utterly wrong about that. The owner of the shop is female, and she's very welcoming to anyone who wants to come in and buy comics or gaming stuff.
I wish that I could speed this whole recovery thing up. My desire to get better has far outstripped my ability to do so, despite what feels, to me, like constant nagging on my part because I've been to the doctor so many times.
Because of not feeling better, my writing has suffered, my blog has suffered, my housework has suffered, and my bank account has suffered. I'm getting better now, it feels like I'm getting better now, so I am firmly staying positive about this. It's working. I'm getting better. I am healing. I will be able to return to my normal life. I will get over feeling tired and exhausted all the time.
Next week, I go to see my parents for Christmas, meaning I'll be off-line completely. That isn't necessarily a bad thing. I'm hoping for rest and calm, peace and quiet, and the opportunity to build up some strength so I can come home feeling refreshed and rejuvenated.
I am getting better. I will accept nothing less.
The same goes for my favorite comic book store, which I found out is closing this month. It makes me die a little inside to hear that. This is the store that sucked me right back into comic books when I thought I'd completely outgrown them and through them I discovered that I was gloriously, utterly wrong about that. The owner of the shop is female, and she's very welcoming to anyone who wants to come in and buy comics or gaming stuff.
I wish that I could speed this whole recovery thing up. My desire to get better has far outstripped my ability to do so, despite what feels, to me, like constant nagging on my part because I've been to the doctor so many times.
Because of not feeling better, my writing has suffered, my blog has suffered, my housework has suffered, and my bank account has suffered. I'm getting better now, it feels like I'm getting better now, so I am firmly staying positive about this. It's working. I'm getting better. I am healing. I will be able to return to my normal life. I will get over feeling tired and exhausted all the time.
Next week, I go to see my parents for Christmas, meaning I'll be off-line completely. That isn't necessarily a bad thing. I'm hoping for rest and calm, peace and quiet, and the opportunity to build up some strength so I can come home feeling refreshed and rejuvenated.
I am getting better. I will accept nothing less.