The last few days have been rough – I just feel awful. I’ve slept a lot and when I try to get up, my bp drops and I start to feel like I’m gonna pass out.

This morning I woke up feeling better, a little energy, brain function. I was sitting with my family having a cup of coffee – breathing, that’s really all I was doing. And suddenly I got a pain mid thoracic that took my breath away.

It’s the kind of pain that makes it impossible to move without crying. I couldn’t turn my head, couldn’t stand up, sit down, walk, nothing.

These days are discouraging. It’s hard not to worry that I’m going to revert back to being in bed every day. It takes a lot of effort to think happy thoughts and be grateful for the progress I’ve made.

I’m not dying.

I’m not crying every day.

I’m not so sick I can’t get out of bed for months on end.

I’m still progressing forward. I’ve just had a few bad days.

That said: “it’s ok to have a pity party, just don’t unpack and live there”.