So good today.
So, so good.
Yesterday, not so much. The burning, tingling, fatigued disease settled in so deeply that I swore I’d just turned into this disease.
But not today.
I woke up energized and happy. I took my little white, chalky pill, closed my eyes and prayed that these good feelings would last all day.
My body buzzed with energy.
My heart sung with joy.
I cleaned, scrubbed, vacuumed, turned the bathroom into a room fit for a queen, windexed, moved furniture, did 50 thousand loads of laundry, swung my baby around and around while listening to jazz, took pictures, laughed, played Nintendo 64 with my husband…
I was me, again.
It felt right.
My body pumped with endorphins and had it been cooler outside I would have tried my legs at a walk. Something I’ve not been able to do in several months, or even think about doing.
Only one week of Lyme treatment and I already had a day like this!
I pray it lasts.
Though I know that, for whatever reason, some days are good and some days aren’t.
I’m in a very hopeful place that the good days will slowly become the dominant. And soon, very soon, there will never be a bad day again.