When you are diagnosed with any chronic condition, then death tends to be more on the forefront of one’s mind.
So when you get physically sick, like I did this last week, then the first thought is that you are being punished for something… or dying… most likely a very slow death – similar to what wives experience with their husbands when the men get a common cold. And then…
Tired. Exhausted. Drained. No energy. Lethargic. = Story of my life. The symptoms of this condition that I have, are progressive and then one day you wake up… where suddenly you no longer have this condition… no… this condition has you.
I just deleted all my previous posts. It was an impulsive decision – not one I woke up with this morning.
Why? is what you are probably wondering… well, I guess they just weren’t relevant to who I am today anymore, and I saw a delete button.