Getting Past

It's been two months. How do I get past this? I am still recovering, and cannot as yet work. I still have one more surgery before it's done. Bills are piling up, but thankfully, insurance has provided some respite from the hospital bill, which was MASSIVE.

I know the kids are tired of my moans and groans, so I try to internalize them as best as I can. I hate asking for help. I hate having to drink enough water to drown a fish. Special diets, i.e. no sugar or salt, drive me crazy. I miss having a cheeseburger and onion rings! But rabbit food doesn't taste too bad, I guess. Sigh.

I am ready for my life to get back to some state of normal. How do I do it? It seems one day at a time. This does drag on and on, though.
I know I am lucky. I've heard of others who were not. What makes me so special? I get it, I guess. I have to take care of myself. God's not done with me yet. Take one day at a time. These are not trite answers, but I do tire of hearing them.

So for now, I write, read other's work, and review some of what I've read. I participate in contests. I do as much as I can around the house. I am learning new eating habits, and that I don't need as much food as I have previously thought. I am learning to keep up with my medicine, and as much as I hate it, I do sometimes ask for help.

Onward, and forward. I just wonder how long before I get over almost dying. It still seems surreal to me.



8/29/22