It has now been five days since I made a few tweaks in my routine, and I am starting to think I'm not imagining the improvement. I'm sleeping just a little better, and having just a scosh less pain. If this is real, I hope it lasts.
I went in for a follow up with my primary care today. Since we last spoke I was (to steal a phrase from a friend) "stuck in a tube and blasted with science." I then visited two specialists, who each offered new therapies and explanations. We went over test results and paths forward, and I feel like we are on a good track. I'm going to see how some new medications treat me, and whether I can stick to my diet routines well enough to make progress. There is a new sense of optimism around me, or at the very least, calm acceptance.
With decent rest, I'm getting a leg up on my basic tasks, almost as if executive disfunction isn't a thing. Emails are getting answered, phone calls made, and even my contract addenda are going out early. I almost don't recognize me.
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