If it weren’t for the maroon fading to green remnants of bruises on my hands, in my elbow creases, and the sides of my wrists you probably wouldn’t know I was in the intensive care cardiac unit a mere fourteen days ago.  I still find it hard to believe.

     Life is an ever-evolving affair.  Each day is different from the previous one.  Some are only different by tiny increments.  Then there are the days that explode in your face and change everything, forever.  I’d rather have the dull, quiet days.

     I now take six pills a day.  I’m restricted as to how much I can do.  Lifting?  Not allowed until my doctor says I can.  The no driving restriction is over but I haven’t the energy to drive anywhere.  Energy, I miss having it.  I’m not sure if it’s the medications or my body’s recovery that makes me so sluggish.

     The minor allergic reaction I had to one of my medications is under control and as the wheals heal, I look forward to being able to wear proper clothes again.  Bras don’t work well with wheals.

     DH has tried so hard to help.  There are times he’s had to really struggle with his MS but he’s done it.  Although there have been several large glitches, we have managed.

     Change is upon us, dietary, routines, and life in general has altered.  Looks as though I’m on a new adventure here and I’ll keep you all updated.  Hugs!