‘Tis the season for everyone in the family to get and stay sick, ha ha. With the four of us, and our eldest being in school, she is Queen Germ Vector. Which is to say, she got a cold. Then we got a cold. And then the baby got a cold. The problem with Littlerbit getting the cold is that’s atop teething, so we’ve all had a rough week in trying to help her feel better. The husband-fellow even worked from home on Friday to give me support, because damn, it was a rough week.
But you know what? I made it through. My resilience has gone through the roof since I cut my parents out of my life//came out acon. Having the bipolar diagnosed and treated gave me a solid foundation to rebuild myself on, and while some things continue to suck (chronic fatigue, holla), I’m able to do more with what little I have. Is good, yes yes.
Of course, and as I have said many times in the past, physical illnesses help distract from the mental ones. That I am still occasionally horking up lungbutter reminds me of this (sorry if that phrase squicks anyone out, ha ha). Well yeah, and feeling run down and not being completely sure what part of run down it is. At least I have my hobbies to keep my tired brain happy (and hopefully will get a blog post up there after here tonight). Well, and a very hard-working spouse who does more than his fair share, especially since I often sort of zone out and not notice life around me. Whups.
And as my focus seems to be wandering off, so too shall I. Hope everyone is well out there.