I can't eat more than a handful of food without feeling nausea and my head feels very clogged. I made the mistake of blowing my nose, gently mind you, and all that came out were rivulets of blood choked mucous. Can't do that again, my platelets are really too low to mess around.
I've been thinking about life forward and how different it's going to be, how I'm going to have to adjust, and even create, my own new normal. Commas, wow. I'm not feeling very well right now, with the queasiness and stuffiness and fatigue, and the next 10 - 14 days promise to be difficult. I am being optimistic with saying 10-14 days of hell. In fact, I'm looking at a recovery that will take much longer than I ever really expected. I suppose it was just me telling myself that it really wouldn't be all that bad before I returned to a normal life. The next 6 months to a year will be very trying, and the time after that an unknowable. But it's really always been like that - unknowable.
I don't know how well I'll be feeling in the next couple of days for updates, but I'll try to let you all know what's happening. I'm going to take a nap right now.
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