The year after
Has it really been ONE YEAR? Last year at this time, I was sitting in a hospital bed, recovering from my Addisonian crisis. Last week, as I woke up on the morning of my brother's birthday, I couldn't help but tear up, as I remembered how miserable I was on his birthday last year, which was right before I had gotten super sick and eventually went to the ER days later. Ugh. That is a memory I never want to relive. Being diagnosed with Addison's hasn't changed my life THAT much. Sure I take meds daily, which is probably the biggest change. I have to make sure I don't over exert myself physically. I wear a medical ID bracelet that never comes off. I am a little more conscious about what I eat, since the meds have changed my metabolism and it is easier to gain weight. Yet, more than anything else, I think the experience has taught me to be grateful. Looking back on that time last year, I am so happy that I am NOT in that state anymore. I appreciate so much the fact