So. Much. Coughing.

Yet – it was productive!

Small victories?

The sun is brilliantly shining and after coughing up much gook I feel better.  But, mentally I’m super sad – grieving the Jenny that once was.

I once could do ALL THE THINGS and just be tired the next day. Nope, not anymore. Having multiple chronic illnesses means I really need to listen and rest and moderate and set boundaries. This makes me sad. I want to do things. I don’t want to disappoint people I love by canceling. I don’t want to disappoint, myself either.

I HATE THIS.