I survived my sister’s wedding, and was even vomit free thanks to some anti nausea pills left over from my pregnancy. Surprisingly, I am feeling really good today. It hardly seems possible after the crazy weekend I had, but I actually didn’t feel horrible the moment I woke up this morning.
In celebration of me not feeling terrible, I braved the mall. I’ve been dreading going to the mall, but one of the Christmas presents I had in mind had to be purchased there. Our mall is one of the most popular malls in Houston, and so it is always overcrowded and the traffic is out of control. Honestly, I think that any present purchased at a mall should come with a sticker that says “I must really love you because I risked life and limb to purchase this from the mall.” However, I emerged from the mall unscathed with present in hand. I even did this all while pushing Jackson in the stroller, which is a sign that I must be feeling REALLY good. Navigating the mall with a 20 month old is no small feat.
It’s amazing how perspective changes as one deals with a chronic illness. Today was a good day compared to the last few months, but if I had felt like this a few years ago, I probably would’t have made it out of bed. It’s funny how a good day now means completing a successful shopping trip and making dinner. In the past to have a successful day I would have had to accomplish 20 things. When you are living with a chronic illness, life sure slows down a lot.