I thought about my mama and how if she were here she wouldn't want me to be sitting in that hospital bed feeling completely sorry for myself. Give myself grace, kindness, and understanding yes, but wanting to give up no.
Even though I feel my mama died far too young at 58 her life was a good life fulfilled. Her life is sadly over, but I know that she would want me to go on and live a fulfilled life and be happy. I know its going to take some time for me to be on the mend. I think my body is healing even though I'm still not feeling well. I want to rest and sleep. My lungs have mostly cleared, but I get winded easily. I also have to go for numerous follow ups in the upcoming months to make sure my lungs are okay. I can't write this post without discussing the amazing doctors and nurses that saved my life and helped me feel better. My mom worked in nursing, and like many people I feel doctors, nurses, nurse aids, EMT's, housekeeping etc are our unsung heros that don't wear capes. I was truly treated with care and compassion by the hospital staff.
I was so happy to share that I found a new job, but right now I have to take a medical leave. If anyone wants to help me financially sustain until I go back to work, please consider donating to gofundmepage. I would greatly appreciate it.
Talk to everyone hopefully soon