This is the best smile I can honestly muster. I am happy, though. This is not forced, just true. I am happy that I haven't actually vomited in days. Just nausea and gagging this week. I am happy that I dried my hair and put on mascara. I am happy that I am no longer committed to my bedroom 24 hours a day (minus the wobbly, dizzying trips down the hall to the bathroom.) That is progress.
We went to the pool today with my family. I got in the water. I touched the bottom without passing out in a whirlwind of dizziness and dehydration. For that, I am grateful.
I am not going to press my luck here... just glad I'm not dying anymore. Cheers to progress.
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