Ok, so I’ve been terrible at writing posts lately. So much has been going on. I started prepping for returning to work. A long hard very hard journey. But I started last monday three half days… ok so it didn’t quite turn out that way, but I did complete two half days of the three so I’m counting that as a success!
It felt so good to be at work even though it really was the hardest thing I did. I’m still battling really painful, exhausting days. Friday was just… not happening. It was one of those fetal position bed ridding crap days where I couldn’t move.
I’m doing a gradual return which means I slowly increase the amount of time at work at a slow pace as my body can handle it. I don’t know if it’ll work but I’m determined to make it. I have to, sitting at home is driving me nuts even though I know I can’t really do much normal activites.
Which brings me to my Saturday. After a horrible day friday much to my surprise Saturday I woke up and had energy… to a level I haven’t had in well I can’t remember how long. It was so weird that at first I was like something is different but I’m not sure what and then kept surprising myself with all the things I was able to accomplish… and of course I’m sure you can imagine I totally over did it. I couldn’t help myself there’s this excitement that builds and you just keep pushing it despite your better judgement. So today I’m a bit more sore but a manageable amount of pain. I’m hoping that the new dose of meds is to thank and that this continues. Having that good of a day gave me hope. Hope of things I had thought I’d never be able to accomplish again. It felt so good…