Feeling better...

I admit it.  I was beginning to think this day might never come.  Despite myself, I am actually starting to feel better.  I've been exercising. (bleck) Eating better. Carting my kids around. Sleeping less. Doing more. Yep almost back to normal!  Two weeks ago, I'd have sworn this wouldn't be possible.  Two weeks ago, not only did I feel like I was going to die, I wanted to.  I made peace with the Lord and was *ready* if he was ready.  I was that bad.  I'm slowly moving past it, though. 

Now if you know me... even slightly... you know that the S-L-O-W-L-Y part might kill me.  I'm instant gratification girl and this recovery has been sloooooooooooow. I'm not good at doing slow. Honestly. I don't even want to be good at doing slow. But, I guess I have to do whatever it takes to stay very far away from the hospital.  I'll do slow. One day at a time.  For two weeks. Then I'm back to work and it all best be back to normal.