Through hell and back
I guess it's true what they say about it being darkest the hour before dawn.
Just yesterday I was in complete and utter despair - I felt so ill, and so ill for such a long time, that I could not imagine ever being well again.
But this morning, at 6.30am, my fever broke. And while I'm nowhere near being in the pink of health - my voice is as sexy and husky as ever, and I'm still coughing up weird gunk into the toilet bowl - it's nice not to feel weak all over. Most of all, it's a great feeling to feel hope, hope that wellness is within contemplation.
In fact, felt positively cheery this morning, after throwing back my curtains to see it was warm and sunny outside. Spent the day flipping through trashy magazines in bed and enjoying the rare winter sunshine slanting in from my wide windows. With no commitments except for my next set of pills, no responsibilities except getting well.
Just yesterday I was in complete and utter despair - I felt so ill, and so ill for such a long time, that I could not imagine ever being well again.
But this morning, at 6.30am, my fever broke. And while I'm nowhere near being in the pink of health - my voice is as sexy and husky as ever, and I'm still coughing up weird gunk into the toilet bowl - it's nice not to feel weak all over. Most of all, it's a great feeling to feel hope, hope that wellness is within contemplation.
In fact, felt positively cheery this morning, after throwing back my curtains to see it was warm and sunny outside. Spent the day flipping through trashy magazines in bed and enjoying the rare winter sunshine slanting in from my wide windows. With no commitments except for my next set of pills, no responsibilities except getting well.
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