This morning when I was taking Erika to her rendezvous for girls camp, I realized that my vision impairment seemed almost imperceptible. Mornings are always better, and I wasn’t trying to read anything, but this was encouraging.
I had a productive and happy morning at my PC, while my two ladies slept in. Later, as I was strolling through the kitchen, I noticed that my walking seemed steadier than it had in months. I try not to compare every symptom to how it felt an hour ago but they definitely wax and wane. I try to remember this when symptoms are bad; they do get better. By the same token, I try not to get too excited when I have a good stretch, but I can’t help but be grateful. Nor could I help taking a few extra spirited spins through the downstairs. I even tried a little jog. OK, there are limits to this “feeling good” morning, and although I didn’t fall or anything, I found those limits!
3 comments:
Awesome day! Does it make you kind of hopeful that the new treatment is working?
Honestly? No. It gives me hope that maybe the nerve damage is reversible, and maybe the medication is helping prevent attacks, but honestly, I didn't correlate the two. I just enjoyed the little break and look forward to the next one.
Bright spots are such blessings.
Living in a continual fog and drizzle condition and then suddenly it lifts for a time and a bright spot lights your day, or hour, or minute. I hope your bright spots will increase in frequency and duration.
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