My right bicep is my friend today.
These aren't before or after photos. They're just keeping tabs on myself.
It's so easy to stay curled up with a hot water bottle and eat nothing but chocolate biscuits. But that doesn't help me. I have to keep battling on.
Wake up, exercise, eat properly, go outside, interact with people, don't fall over.
And I've got to keep up with the girl in the pictures which is getting increasingly difficult as pain gets in the way of everything. I don't know how much longer I can live independently. I'm lost in a sea of paperwork, a mountain of housework and responsibilities I can't remember. I'm tired of asking for help that never materialises.
I've got to keep up with the girl in the mirror. Keep picking myself up off the floor, quite literally, and keep fighting. There is no plan, there is no future mapped out, there is no prognosis, I just have to push on through and see what happens.
Just keep swimming. 🐠