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Diagnosed with depression 17 years ago, I lost the life I once knew, but in the process re-created a better me. I am alive and functional today because of my dog, my treatment team, my sobriety, and my willingness to re-create myself within the confines of this illness. I hate the illness, but I'm grateful for the person I've become and the opportunities I've seized because of it. I hope writing a depression blog will reduce stigma and improve the understanding and treatment of people with mental illness. All original content copyright to me: etta. Enjoy your visit!

Saturday, April 14, 2018

Sick

Last time I wrote I told you about my intermittent nausea, annoying but not tremendously interfering with my day to day life. Well, that changed a few nights ago. The nausea finally amounted to an all out sprint for the bathroom. Vomiting...not my favorite thing. That was Thursday night. I ate very little yesterday, slept a lot, and I felt better overnight. But the nausea returned this morning. Silly me, I ate some toast for breakfast. I'm not sure what's going on, but I really don't care for this new turn of events.

We do have the Rotavirus going around one of the facilities in which I work, so perhaps I picked up the bug and have been fighting it off for the last few weeks. I'm going to lay low over the weekend, as I don't want to miss any more work. I missed yesterday. We're so busy, I felt really bad, but there was no way I could have worked. I also don't get paid when I don't work, so missing time for any reason is never a good thing. And I really hate just sitting around. I'd like to feel better now.

Despite feeling under the weather, I did keep up with my commitment to walk daily over the last couple of days. By mid-day yesterday I was feeling well enough, and bored enough, to slowly mosey for 15 minutes, so that was good. I think it will be another short day today based on how I'm currently feeling, but I hope to get it done. I miss running so much, but my right knee just isn't ready yet. I'm worried it will never be ready, and I can't imagine life without running, but I'm trying not to go there. One day at a time. One day at a time.

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