Long Road

I had another doctor's appointment today. He said I looked better than last week. I feel about the same, but I'll take his word for it. He also said we are out of the woods as far as monitoring me to see if my condition worsens and that now we're on the road to recovery. He said that road can take 6 months to a year but in time I should be back to Angelique who can move.

The road to recovery means that I will need physical therapy to gain strength to my weakened muscles and occupational therapy to gain my dexterity back. It's going to be tough, but I'm a fighter. And knowing how much worse this disorder could have been, I'll take it.

I had a few moments of self pity yesterday. The stress of the last week had caught up with me and I felt like there was just so much to deal with. There is, but after meeting with the doctor today, I know that is all very manageable and it's going to be okay. After all, I trained for a 10 mile run and completed it under my goal time. If I can do that I can certainly conquer PT and OT and be functional again.

Because I think way to much. This has made me realize that we really never know what is going to happen. 5 weeks ago I was running 3 miles 3 times a week and was able to hold Jack with out whimpering in pain. Today I can barely walk a block. I've set a lot of standards for myself. Standards I haven't lived up to.

This is a new era. I'm going to get my to do list done. I'm going to start living more healthy. This means tossing all of the clutter out my life and my house. I'm going to be more focused on these things. I live in chaos, and I vow no more chaos. It's going to be gone.

I realize none of this is going to happen overnight, and it's going to take a lot of perseverance.

But I've already fought GBS, I can now fight chaos. Karate chop right to the C.