That was probably two weeks ago. Since then, I hadn't driven or cooked, shopped, worked, done much of anything really. Today, I am clearly getting better. I've gone from sleeping, foggy brain, to being up at 1 am. Going back to my normal patterns.
I still don't know what was causing my anemia, but I feel it passing. (Not without medical intervention.) I am realizing how it must feel for those weak individuals to function. Old or young, it doesn't necessarily matter, when you're ill, especially in a way that is not apparent to others, you just appear dull and lazy.
This period of time without much control over my body has taught me, not only more compassion over others, but how to accept the help and compassion of people who care about me. Fantasizing the freedom to accept myself, strong or weak.
Today I am growing stronger and stronger. I am grateful for the opportunity to learn something new. I am humbled by how fast I lost my strength. I thank God for being with me, giving me ears to hear and the sensitivity to listen.