Today I rested for four hours after getting up to see if I could go outdoors today and enjoy the sun. I didn’t eat. I just rested.
Around 1pm I felt up to a walk so my puppy and I went to a local short trail, a place I knew would not be busy and was close enough to home that I could leave if my tummy failed me.
I walked my puppy on the trail. I sat and watched the waves roll in from our beautiful Atlantic Ocean. I took pictures. I shared on social media.
After my walk, I visited a friend. Of note, we practiced social distancing and were brief and safe. It felt good to visit, even within our current restrictions.
I also did a lot of driving to achieve these two activities. I plan to go out again tonight. I have just eaten and need to monitor the situation but I’m hopeful.
I am in the midst of a flare-up. I am off work. I spend most days resting. Many days I can’t trust my body to walk. I have days of terrible pain. But today, after planning, resting and not eating I was able to be active and a bit social.
I will not apologize for sharing these good days with the world. They are precious. They are few. They do not mean I’m better. They do not take away the bad days. But they are unapologetically amazing.