I haven’t left the house in eight days, but I can sit up pretty reliably now.
Today was the first day that I was able to sit up first thing in the morning. The first hours the last week or so have found me curled in the fetal position around my breakfast and then flat on my back with the laptop stand. The period of needing to lie flat first thing in the morning has been getting gradually shorter this week, from all day to most of the day to most of the morning to part of the morning, and today I was able to dispense with it. I did recline some during the afternoon, both in bed and on the couch, but I’ve been able to stay upright pretty much all day. I’ve been able to sit up in a chair for a while, even, and answer some personal email for the first time in a couple weeks.
I have put a few pounds back on, thankfully, and am no longer hovering around 110. My fever is less but not gone, which I think has helped the weight loss abate. I can tell my brain is foggy – not directly – it’s odd, I can never tell directly – but by the mistakes I find in my typing when I go back to read it later.
I would really like to leave the house – I would rather be able to, for sure – but that would mean having the energy to make myself presentable, which some days I have more than others. Yesterday I showered. Today I didn’t. Maybe tomorrow I will. I was thinking that maybe Chimp could take me to the mall and just push me around for a while. Not that I especially like the mall – it would just be somewhere to go that’s very nearby. The bookstore would work too, I suppose, but that’d be a much longer car ride – ten minutes or so. If I were healthy, I could walk to the mall in about ten minutes.
We’ll just have to see what tomorrow brings.