Ellie's Diary: Recovery

[shibarikitten]

I really need to get into the habit of keeping a journal again like I used to in high school, and waiting for next New Year's to start resolutions is a long time off, so it's now or never.

Wow, where do I even start?

Mike is making progress, though I think it's much slower than he'd like. It's miraculous that he's even alive, and I thank God every day that he's alive and with me -- wow, that's pretty selfish, isn't it? I've always loved him, but nearly losing him made me realize just how profoundly I do love him.

And then there's the physical part... he has another physical therapy appointment on Friday, and the therapist is coming here again. And I'm avoiding writing about this, but the other physical part is well... I am NOT disappointed. No, not when he's still alive. Sunday night was fun and hot and I haven't had my limits tested like that in a while, and well, I rather enjoyed it. Mike has a standing invitation to command me like that any time he chooses, and I hope it's often.

I didn't expect this at all, but it's good to be back in town, in this house, though I wish Uncle Dylan and Aunt Maggie were still with us. There are so many memories Mike and I have of this farm, discovering each other, and well, also the time we got caught in the barn. We had a good laugh over that one, but back then, it'd been such serious business.

It was great to catch up with Jack too, and I hope we'll see him often. I need to ask him who else is in town, and if Mike's up for it, I might be able to pull off a dinner party for our old friends (and hopefully some new ones too), maybe in a month. Hmmmm, maybe more, once we've gotten more help and I can get more sleep. Oh, Diet Pepsi Max, you are my best friend right now!

Now no excuses Ellie, you've got to update this thing at least every few days!