Well, we have good days, and we have bad days. Then we have worse days. Last week sucked. We both feel as if we are prisoners to this stuff. I figure they call it Interferon because it interferes with your life. Even a mundane task like going to the grocery store is difficult. Going anywhere is difficult.
I have cabin fever. John could probably go for weeks without going anywhere (except church) but I can't. I have a form of agoraphobia. If I stay home for too long, then I won't go anywhere. Make that, can't go anywhere. I become so afraid of getting out of my little cocoon that I can't do it. Fortunately I work. That gets me out every weekday. Heaven forbid I stay home even a single day due to sickness. I'm afraid that will all that's going on I won't go back to work. And I like my job. But right now I feel trapped. Work, home, work, home, church, work, home. An endless cycle.
Well, only 21 weeks more.
Lord, help me.
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