Hipster64
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@mikeycat : Thanks for your kind words! Just took my temperature now and it was 99.3 which is an improvement over what it has been over the last few evenings-it was hovering slightly over 100. Hopefully this means the fever is no longer an issue and I can press on with some positive recovery!
I know I have been trying my best to remain positive and realistic, but I actually had a serious pity party/meltdown this afternoon. I realized my entire summer slipped right through my fingers. I had a nice family vacation trip to Omaha, NE scheduled in July that I had to cancel; I had beautiful brand-new dresses, purses and sandals to wear to work this summer that remained untouched in my closet because I had no real place to wear them; and the majority of my world has been confined to my living room, more specifically my couch which has become my temporary bed (we only have one bathroom and it's downstairs). My husband has become super-protective, pretty much watches everything I do, and has apparently developed radar during my surgeries; if I get up any time during the night to use the bathroom he can somehow sense it, even during a deep sleep and runs right downstairs to sit in the living room until I finish up. I feel like all my independence has been ripped out from under me-not once, but twice-and my life is not my own and is completely micromanaged by others. Don't get me wrong-I appreciate my support system very much, I know this is not going to last forever, and I will come back from this stronger than ever, but sometimes it's just plain too much, especially since this recovery has been tougher than the last one so far.
I know I have been trying my best to remain positive and realistic, but I actually had a serious pity party/meltdown this afternoon. I realized my entire summer slipped right through my fingers. I had a nice family vacation trip to Omaha, NE scheduled in July that I had to cancel; I had beautiful brand-new dresses, purses and sandals to wear to work this summer that remained untouched in my closet because I had no real place to wear them; and the majority of my world has been confined to my living room, more specifically my couch which has become my temporary bed (we only have one bathroom and it's downstairs). My husband has become super-protective, pretty much watches everything I do, and has apparently developed radar during my surgeries; if I get up any time during the night to use the bathroom he can somehow sense it, even during a deep sleep and runs right downstairs to sit in the living room until I finish up. I feel like all my independence has been ripped out from under me-not once, but twice-and my life is not my own and is completely micromanaged by others. Don't get me wrong-I appreciate my support system very much, I know this is not going to last forever, and I will come back from this stronger than ever, but sometimes it's just plain too much, especially since this recovery has been tougher than the last one so far.