Day + 90, Hurray! (I Guess)

After making a strong showing this summer, and here we are stumbling to the finish line. We barely made it through in September, and these last two nights have been depressing to watch. Things should be much better.

No, I'm not talking about the Red Sox stumbling in the post-season playoffs. I'm referring to my recovery under the tight grip of Dr. Edema and his Fluid Henchmen of Evil.

To be honest, I didn't have an idea of where I'd be three months out when I started. I figured that at the very least that I'd be stabilized and starting to get back to real life. Today was scheduled to be a happy day, where I would smile with a cigar and cognac in my hand, with the knowledge that we had, in fact, finally been bathed in the light at the end of the proverbial tunnel.

But, like management of a huge government project, I've spent too much and I'm way over schedule.

Now that I've got the drama out of the way. Although the edema has postponed my recovery for a bit longer, I am feeling better than I did in June when I started treatment. I'm no longer chronically tired. The color has returned to my face and I'm starting to fill out. Heck, it even looks like my hair is starting to grow back. To say that I have not progressed in the last 90 days would be a lie.

My final obstacle is finding the right combination of water pills to get my body at a level that I can function again. Once I have that in check, I can earnestly begin to rebuild my life again. I see my doctor tomorrow, so hopefully we'll have some answers (and real progress) soon.