Took this on my way home from the hospital the other day. Two days earlier my PICC pulled out, only 1/2 way, overnight. I spent the afternoon in emerg only to be told that I'd have to come back the following day because radiology couldn't fit me in. No big deal and it's a pleasant 45' ride on the wheelchair to the hospital, the weather was perfect so why not enjoy it.
Overall, it's been a lousy week- not eating, vomiting and diarrhea off and on since last weekend. Consequently I've been feeling tired and even a bit depressed which is very usual for me. I was in the bank the other day and the ATM refused my card, then I couldn't get it out of the machine because of my hands. The last straw was when I dropped the envelope with my deposit in it. It was pretty busy and I just wanted to cry because everything seemed like a disaster. Of course I wouldn't allow myself to cry, and just proceeded to the teller and did my banking.
Some days, very few and far between fortunately, it just gets to be too much. My rheumatologist once said to me "It's okay to be down sometimes you know." And she was right of course but I don't have to like it.
Today is another day, I'm feeling much better both physically and emotionally, and life is good again.
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