"What a difference a day makes." (Words & Music by Maria Grever & Stanley Adams; Recorded by Dinah Washington in 1959.)
That's how I've been feeling. Okay, maybe it's been more than just a day. The important thing is that there's such a difference from the figurative yesterday and today. First, the fog has lifted from my depression. In addition, I'm healthy!
I was very sick last week, sicker than I've ever been in my life. I had strep throat (which is so unfair considering I had my tonsils and adenoids removed in March to prevent such a thing), and on top of strep, a stomach virus. Let me tell you that throwing up when your throat feels as if you've been swallowing swords (point side down) is no picnic. Then, on top of that, my throat was so constricted that I was having trouble breathing. Lovely. Thank goodness for doctors and medicine. One steroid shot, one anti-nausea prescription, and one antibiotic prescription later, and I was greatly improved. Two days later I was at 85%. Not bad.
So this week feels as if there's a halo of gold around everything. Sunday we finished decorating inside and out (because I wanted to, not because I felt I had to). Chris and I even did the outside decorations with evergreen garland, white lights, and red bows. We had so much fun you'd think we were playing, not decorating for Christmas.
Life just feels ripe with possibility. I watched The Thin Man and cross-stitched (something that's been on my I-wanna-do list for months). I could wrap Christmas presents. I could blog. :-) I could work on Write Well University. I could clean out closets.
Everything sounds wonderful - yes, even cleaning out closets.
It's amazing what a difference there is between depression and happiness. I know that sounds like a stupid, obvious statement, but the feeling is so tangible.... I don't know how else to express it. It's amazing going from being weighted down with life to feeling ebullient with possibilities.
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