Today was the first day I've woken up with a cloud of dark doom hanging over me. I'm feeling better, the antibiotics and inhalers and cough pills and nosedrops and prednisone seem to finally be chasing the bronchitis and pneumonia away so I feel physically better, but emotionally, I'm wearing thin.
I'm basically a pretty positive person, but I just don't see an end in sight with this. I'm a social person and deeply miss getting out and talking to strangers. I miss the grandbabies, really, really badly. I feel great sorrow for all the people who are missing out on the stuff they had planned for so long...….weddings, vacations, graduations, birthdays. I'm sorry for all the elderly people in hospitals and nursing homes who are there without the company of their loved ones...….how terrifying that must be for those who are confused already.
I guess I'm just really depressed today but I'm going to go kick myself in the seat of my pants and remind myself that I have much, much, much to be grateful for: none of my loved ones are afflicted yet, I'm getting well, I have a roof over my head and an income that doesn't depend on my being at work. I'm going to keep telling myself I have nothing to be depressed about and that I should be ashamed for whining. I am...…...