Most of the summer, I’ve been in pain.
Unexplained, slowly worsening aches and stiffness that gradually, day by day, made life really, really difficult.
The good news? I figured out what was causing it. It was a side effect to a prescription medication. I stopped the prescription (with my doctor’s blessing) and now, a few weeks later, I’m starting to feel like my old self.
I’m blessed to have not had much in the way of chronic illness as an adult. I’d forgotten how isolating it can be. How it shrinks your world down to just the things that you can manage. How nothing seems fun.
Tonight, as I dragged the trash cans in from the curb. I suddenly realized that I felt fine. So fine in fact that I headed out for a short walk – the first one I’ve taken since a disastrous hike on July 4 that left me limping for days. It was humid and buggy and dark…and wonderful.
This is the first picture I’ve taken in ages that wasn’t from my own deck or yard. It’s not a great picture, but it makes me very happy.
It’s good to be on the other side.