After moving to Britain and then this fiasco - shingles, then 3 simultaneous infections that put me 'in hospital' (as the Brits say), and then leaving my husband and moving back to the States due to immigration procedures you'd think I'd be all back to normal all having fun in the sun with family. Well, at least military normal!
I haven't been getting better. I took a job that was offered the first week I was back and pushed myself so hard every day, but it seemed like I was going backward. I had to back off my hours to where I was only working six a day, then 4 1/2. Work is supportive because they knew about my situation, but they are a business and need someone to be there.
I made an appointment with my doctor. We discussed everything that had happened in Britain.
She took all my blood to run test after test.
I didn't have infections. I had Mono.
Freakin' Mono. Known as glandular fever in Britain. Shingles. Mono. And a urinary tract infection.
I shouldn't be better by now!!
No one can even believe I've been doing what I've been doing and I don't say that to brag because I don't want to be anywhere close to superwoman! I can't believe it. What the hell was I thinking! I knew I wasn't getting better and I pressured myself anyway. Probably did more harm than good, but thankfully I haven't relapsed which is the big worry. And having said all that, I'm actually very healthy not even anemic which is a big thing with women of my age. I'm just not able to do whatever I want yet, my body won't let me.
I now have to work half days for two more weeks and then try to build up. Which I thought I was doing anyway. Very frustrating. My only thought is to make it to December when Royal will come and save me!
Because he is superman.