It's over 3 weeks now, and recovery has still been slow, the anemia is still there, and I haven't recovered lost weight.
Thankfully I got back my appetite to eat, and I've been adding more meat and eggs to my diet, more unsweetened yogurt, extra calories and more food, but i still haven't regain much weight or energy.
I still cannot go outdoor, because of two reasons: I really cannot do much on my own, and secondly I don't want people asking weird questions about what has caused the outrageous weight loss.
Thankfully, I have someone who has ran a lot of my errands during this period, and helped in so many ways, do my food shopping and all that, but unfortunately I have to start going out myself to do my food shopping, even though I still cannot withstand the stress of doing it.
It's going to one month in the next 6 days of suddenly waking up to a sore throat to peeing blood 3 days later, and then skyrocketing blood pressure. However, my appetite has gotten way better,and this is the noticable improvement I've gotten.
Sometimes it gets you thinking: hard times as this, when they linger it becomes frustrating. When life becomes chronically challenging, there's always the feeling of uncertainty and sadness that comes with it.
In seven years, I've not taken this much break off really hustle and work, and this isn't because I hate to work, I just haven't recovered enough to 100% hit the work and pay the bills.
For what it's worth,I've been piled-up bills waiting to be paid, and sadly I have to begin to address them. However I feel tired of it all. The bulls just keeps coming, and you're not healthy enough to fully into the grind. However all in all, I'm grateful, unfortunately one can still be grateful and be sad, hurt, disappointed and emotionally shattered.