We chose a good life. We changed diet, exercise, cut back on commitments, and went through hell for about 9 months. Lots of ER visits, midnight calls to the advice nurse, scary tests, and meds that didn't work. Or meds that worked too well and I was a zombie.
Around July things started meshing. I was used to eating healthy, still want bacon grease and butter. I exercise 7 days a weeks. I feel it is a punishment, I don't understand people who love exercising. My meds were working together and no midnight ER visits. Not even calls to the advice nurse.
I have lost 95 pounds and am pretty cute if I do say so myself.
After with Marty, Little Brother, and Ann.
I feel fairly good most days. I have learned to rest before I am exhausted. I'm blessed with a husband who loves to shop and cook. So a lot of routine work is off me. I still cook, but rarely shop for anything. Yesterday Marty came home with jeans for me. He saw some 10 short, and knew they are rare and hard to find. So he bought 3 pairs in different colors. Yes, Marty is a keeper.
We understand none of my heath issues are curable. But they are very treatable. We know I will have flare ups and bad hard days. But we know most days will be pretty normal. Of course all of this depends on me following diet restrictions and exercising. Boo hiss. But I will do it. I like my life and want to continue groups I am in and to continue volunteering.
Most importantly I have learned that prayers from around the world help comfort and help with healing. My blog friends and Facebook friends are very important to me and to Marty. You all really helped us through a tough time. Thank you.
Stay tuned. I am a drama queen so you know I will do something dramatic in the near future.