This morning seems different. I’m not so dizzy. I can concentrate. I can get through my usual morning routine, if much more slowly.

I mean, it should seem different. I was able to get in some actual nutrients yesterday. So I’m not really that surprised. Just relieved.

It’s scary when you can’t eat. The thought of my body going into shutdown, well…let’s just not even go there.

It seems as though I’m probably going to get through this. I’m afraid to say it too soon. Have I said it too soon?

I was able to take my meds—pretty much all of them, make my breakfast, make the juice for Desmond and myself.

I am going to need to give myself more time in the morning, however that’s possible. I can only swallow my pills one at a time from now on. I used to take 10 pills like nothing. Any pill that’s bigger than an M&M needs to be broken up into applesauce or pudding. I’m supposed to hold off drinking 30 minutes from meals and spend 30 minutes eating each meal. I’m already getting up at 2:30-3:00 to get to the gym at 5:00. What more can I do?

When Aislyn is older, I can go to the gym after work, and it won’t be such a big deal. But that’s a long way out, yet. She’s only 7.

I can tell even from what I’ve written here that I’m feeling better. This looks more like me. It helps, probably, that I took all my meds when I got up. I can be my best self with the right combination.

Even selecting the correct meds to take on a given day is work when you’ve eaten nothing and have no energy. That’s partly why it’s been so hard these last several days. The other part was that I was afraid to swallow some of my pills after the surgery. Now that I know I can keep down a little bit of food, and break the bigger pills up into the food, it’s all good.

Anyway, I hope this is an indicator that I’m over the worst of it, now, and can begin to feel better. But you know me, I hate to say anything prematurely.

I guess we’ll see.