I am one of those people who never realize that they are
ill until they have reached rock bottom fatigue and look
with favor on oblivion.

I woke up this morning after a week of depression and angst
feeling like a new woman. It was then that I realized how
low a bout of intestinal flu had laid me. Mental health
really is very dependent on physical well being. The circumstances of my life have not changed much.
Bobby is starting a new round of chemo, Ted's injury is
still dire but Linda is a lot better and her blood pressure
is normal and she feels well.

Ted has three women from Home Health come each day. One
bathes him, one dresses his wound and the physical therapist
teaches him practical things. I am shocked at the cost to
medicare but the doctor insists he needs all three of them.
I really think the physical therapist is all that is really
necessary. I could do the rest and the "take it, it is free"
attitude is what has inflated the cost of medicare. That,
however, is another story.

It is great to feel like you can take on the world and win!