Three Weeks. WOO.

I'm not sure what happened.

I went to Easter dinner with my in-laws on Sunday, ate barely any dinner because I had no appetite (except for the chips and salsa that I was eating because I re-found my appetite after losing it again - I definitely ate too many), took a nap after dinner, and then came home and felt VERY full for the rest of the night. I'm supposed to take one of my antibiotics with food, and I really had to shove it down. It was unpleasant.

But then something magic happened while I was sleeping on Sunday.

My head screwed itself back on straight on Monday morning. I woke up feeling like I'd been hit by a truck, but after going through my morning routine, HOLY BALLS. You could peel me off the ceiling, basically. I saw five (!) clients in a row Monday after not being able to see more than two in a row without needing a nap last week, and I woke up today feeling more of the same. I had my follow-up with my doctor and the infection and the surgical stuff are all healing great, and I'm finally, finally turning a corner.

I'm just ready to get off of the antibiotics. The side effects are hard (but not as hard as they were when I had C. Diff, which is an unendingly pleasant surprise), and I've lost another ten pounds since starting them, and I know that's not a good thing. I'll gain it back and likely fairly quickly (or maybe not if I can keep eating well and being active!), but I just am ready to not have to take antibiotics anymore. I need to find my new sense of normal, and having to be smacked in my bladder by an infection at this juncture is making it harder.

I have to remember to continue to take it easy, but it's getting harder as I'm feeling better. I cleaned my kitchen this morning, I went on a Fake Couch to 5k Run yesterday (and by fake run, I mean that I walked slow during the walk parts and walked faster during the jog parts - I want to heal faster, but I'm no masochist and there's no changing the reality that I can't be super physically active for another three weeks, if not longer depending on what my doctor says), I was able to bring laundry downstairs in one trip instead of multiple, and I'm just feeling great. I'm at the stage where I'm ready to get fully back into everything, but I know intellectually that my desire far outpaces my capacity still. The reason that I know this is that I was trying to walk Ruby and it was...less than pleasant because she's an out of control puppy for whom Benadryl doesn't have the sedative property. How is that even possible? I am like five times her size and ONE knocks me out for 14 hours. No impact on her WHATSOEVER.

She's a mutant dog. I decided.

But, the healing continues.

I've also made more Big Life Decisions That Are Going to Result in Hard Conversations in the Very Near Future, but I'm so excited about what's coming that it's going to be easier for me than it would have been even a few weeks ago. Now that my brain has reconnected, I'm now able to figure out how to make things work. Once I've had the conversations that need to be had, I'll talk more about it. But for now, I continue to work and think and heal.

And be patient. Patience is the name of the game because if I'm not, I'm going to really severely hurt myself. I just have to keep reminding myself of that whenever I feel the urge to push farther than I can or should.