There are days when I first wake up in the morning and for a brief moment I forget that I am still sick… how I long for the days when a morning felt full of life and possibility, or even if it just felt routine and mundane… but now every morning I am very quickly reminded that I will once again be fighting through my morning, battling my symptoms and fighting for my health.
I often feel a lot better in the evenings than I do in the mornings, so sometimes it is a real challenge for me to go to bed because I want to stay up and hold on to the sweetness of less severe symptoms I have in the evening, and I am so daunted by the fact that the next morning I will wake up and it will all begin again.
Chronic illness life is like living ground-hog day with the flu!!! It is daunting to say the least!
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