There's so many things to do but I could barely make dinner for kids. Dishes are left undone. Walking up the stairs was all I could muster. I'm now laying in bed, fearing more days like this ahead. It's hard not to ask 'what's the point anymore?'
for the past three months, ever since I was put on heavy antibiotics. I can barely walk a block, can't work, and can barely get liquids from the kitchen. My mother has moved in to help me. Doctors are not very helpful in this arena.