Today, I think, is going to be short because I promised these two poor mongrels that we'd go for a walk. I'm out of excuses. It's beautiful. I'll harness them up and attach them to my wheelchair and we'll go for a Texas Iditarod.
Anyway, I am doing decent, I think. I can feel a difference from the few different therapies I have begun in the last month. My POTS symptoms are down a lot. The dizziness upon changing positions is drastically diminished. My balance is improved. I still get very weak and lose muscle tone very suddenly, so the assistive devices continue to be in play. My mood is great. I have a supportive and nurturing group of friends who are all walking similar paths to mine. This is the first time I have had that since I've been sick. A group to belong to. I could always feel the void before, only now, there are lovely folks in its place. A gift from Heaven.
Gotta stop. Iditarod needed now. Small dog is about to drive large dog off an edge. Back later.
OK, Back from adventure. Bad news. I haven't done it before, but you can fall out of a wheelchair. I am not injured but a lot of raw emotion is coursing through me that needs to be processed. So, I'm not going to write anymore right now. Need to cry and nurture myself. Worse news, a car is willing to drive by a woman who is on the ground in a heap next to a collapsed wheelchair with 2 dogs tied and sitting there by her. Who does that?
Thankful that I am not physically injured.
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