August 3, 2011

quiet morning

Woke up nauseous, sweaty, and achy with a pounding heart.
But you know what? That's okay.

I've been doing better this week.
more stamina
no seizures
weak & unsteady, but no falling
no fainting
not bedridden
able to talk more and laugh
feeling less dead and more alive

Still weary and needing to rest most of the day. Not able to leave the house except for fun stuff like blood draws (no sarcasm here. I actually think getting my blood drawn is really interesting. After so many for the past 10 years, it's no longer something to dread). Simple things like washing my face & brushing my teeth in the same bathroom trip or heating up leftovers for lunch leave me shaking & lightheaded with a racing heart. 

And I'm okay with that. It's better than last week. I have come so far in my treatment. So much to be thankful for, even during this significant "down" in the ups and downs of lyme treatment.

Time to simply rest and be still. That is a blessing. I need to view it a such, even when I have no choice in the matter. God has me here and I need to be content in this season.

So yes, although I dream of being able to do the dishes and take a shower on the same day (or even just one of those at all!) without collapsing, for now I'm resting.

And rest is a good thing.


5 comments:

H said...

I'm glad you're still here :) Praying for you, dear sister! I'm glad you have a cheerful outlook on this week. Wish we lived close!

Krystal J. said...

Resting....very hard to do, even if we can't do anything else. Praying that it will be peaceful resting =)

DeedieLynn said...

Thanks for the updates these past few days - it's helped me understand some things better.

I love you so much, precious daughter!

lindahitzeroth said...

Praying for your daily strength and thanking God for your improvements, especially the part about being able to talk and laugh more. Getting up and about, even in a limited manner, must bring a sense of hope and joy. Love you!

DWKing said...

I love you, Melody. Thank you for sharing these things. Love, Dad