One of the things that I regret the most about how ill I was for so long is that despite extended periods of recovery - and finally learning to uncover the meaning when the impulses creep back up - is that my body temperature still does not regulate well. I’m cold almost all of the time.
Some days, I miss the simple comfort of being warm. Of course, when it’s in the 40s and raining, I guess there’s some extent to which it can be anticipated.
Anyway, minor rant over.
The moving process is still going slowly, but it’s moving forward - and that’s important. After talking with my doctor the other day, my one primary concern has lifted. Yes, it’s going to mean flying back for appointments a few times each year, but I’m going to continue to see my doctor here. This is probably the best news that I’ve had in a while; between depression issues and the heart thing that I mentioned a while back and my general ill-at-ease sense when it comes to seeing a new doctor, the fact that I don’t need to create a whole new relationship makes me feel a lot better.
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