It’s been a really great week around here, despite getting the news about my dumb heart tests + monitor.
I get that the tests aren’t necessarily stupid, ok, I just detest having to sport a monitor and carry a phone for a month, not to mention spending my Monday at the hospital getting said tests done. So much fun.
But, I started school this week, and my classes seem fun and interesting. I’m actually taking one called Stress Prevention & Management to replace a grade I got back in 2012. First of all, 2012 Bri knew what she was doing slowing 2019 Bri down. Secondly, who in the hell fails a class about stress…but whatever. Moving on.
The best news of all is that my husband studied his ass off and got accepted into the scholarship program I did, for hvac, and we’ll be doing all of this together. I can’t overstate how proud I am of him. He has not just picked up the slack left behind by MS, he has gone above + beyond to make sure everything he can do to make my life easier is done. He’s always been a badass husband, but this seriously tops the cake.
Why am I bringing all these fabulous things up today? Simply because, two weeks ago, this was not my life. I was letting stress get to me more often than I’d like to admit (kind of starting to see how one could fail that class, but I digress) and was worried about all kinds of ridiculous things. Seriously ridiculous things that could never happen.
Almost two months ago, I was the sickest I’ve ever been. Looking back, of course hindsight is 20/20, but I really had no idea how sick I was, and why everyone around me was freaking out. I’ve never felt that bad in my life. My physical health was so bad my emotional health had no chance.