Tuesday, September 04, 2012
Then came the flu and fever for two weeks, rough Photo above taken during that after I'd just taken scissors to all my hair. Then came the severe allergic reaction to the antibiotics I was hoping would help resolve the flu. Photo below taken of the all over painful hives, the swollen joints all over, and my lips still swollen even after a couple hours after being treated with an antihistamine injection.
I checked in, Paul was away, a friend, Mandy, kindly came and stayed with me there and at home over 4 nights. An unbelievable comfort. The new medicine they tried to give me through an IV was stopped at once when my arm started mapping out in red as it entered my veins. More waiting. Then another drug tried by mouth was tolerable but I was on pins and needles stressing over what could happen next. Finally one doctor said that the stress was worse than the pneumonia at that point. And that if I stayed overnight and if the lungs were heading in the right direction in the morning I could go home and overcome the pneumonia without taking anything further. Yes, it would take perhaps a month, but it could be done. I jumped at that idea with both feet.
And here I've been since. Watching many many dvd's on the couch, living on soup, salad, and avocados, doing my best to keep hydrated a constant focus. Raw coconut water each morning is probably why I'm still here.
The shortness of breath is improved. My energy is improved. My leg weirdness and later extreme pain there has improved. I am working hard at NOT WORKING SO HARD.
I should not push anymore. I need to learn to not make everything else, like moving my house, more important than my body. It wasn't ever an issue I'd noticed before. Yeah, I'd get exhausted, beyond comprehension tired before. But I'd be fit by the morning. Not now. Not yet.
I don't want to test that line any more. I want to work with my health so that it always comes FIRST from now on. This is serious.
No one is more surprised than me that I am as passionate and into making Halfland as I ever have been. I hunger to have these hands make the things that are next to build. A dear friend suggested I first make a trailer, hinting at little scenes to get my feet wet with the filming. I think that is a brilliant idea. Perfect.
The set, my desk/office, the craft table, and the workshop supplies and work station are all now shoehorned into a standard bedroom in a nice apartment. Like a Chinese puzzle, I have to move boxes to get to other boxes still. However, I am taking deep breaths and making it ok to go slowly and mindful foremost of my energy levels. If tired, I do practically nothing.
I'm not kicking up my heels exactly yet, but so far things are going better than they were. For sure.
Gently floating my way back.