ago

This time two years ago I had finished work, handed in my last essay and dissertation. And then I spent a month where getting out of bed took pretty much all my effort. The husband had to shower me most days as I sat in the bath tub. A good day was one in which I could get myself out of bed, make a very slow painful journey downstairs and fetch myself some water and toast and collapse onto the sofa until the husband got home. To get back upstairs the husband had to push/support from behind. Two years ago. Two years. If you'd have told me then how well I'd be in two years time I simply would not have believed you. I'm hoping that in two years time I am more well then I could dare to dream now. You know, like the completely well dream.