Life changes when you are ill.

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I was shaking when I wrote yesterday.

It was 3 days ago that my legs felt somehow oddly weaker. Yesterday I set off to feed the cats and only made it to the car and had to go back and lie down, I felt drunk without a beer, well my legs did.

And then vomiting started. All day without a break, my entire body was shutting down bit by bit. I had violent muscle tremors when even trying to move a limb.
Attempting to pick a small cup of tea up ended it in almost all over me, boiling hot and all.
And even when I managed to drink the tea I was already safe in the knowledge I would be seeing it come out in reverse.

I had very little sleep last night, filled with anxiety, fear, feeling futile even attempting to stand.
My stomach is still closed for business as usual even today.
I nearly collapsed just standing up to go to the toilet to empty the last of my acid it felt like urine. Now I know what cystitis feels like.

And that brings me to my title "A change of perspective."

When your body is shutting down, the only thing in the world is your health, thoughts about anything else subside.
Gone are the thoughts about the WEF, Gates and their crony government ministers.
Gone is caring about anything other than "will I ever eat again"....

I still have no answer to that question, but am managing to keep down some Cola and water today, so fears of death by dehydration have gone, unless I start vomiting again.

I look outside the window and see clear blue skies, sunshine and know I am too weak to even go onto the balcony without a chance of falling off it, such is the sudden lack of power in my muscles.
Having had food poising many times in Thailand I can liken it to that, but not the muscles part.
I know my body well, as each of us do our own, and I have not done anything different to that of the last 8 years, so this illness has me mystified.

I can forget a trip to Bali now or Thailand. My only concern right now is feeling well again, and as I type my stomach and intestines seem to be having a "who can make the most instant pain for fun then bugger off after. I call it a draw, if it stops both. 馃槀

I am trying my best to be in good spirits for my wife and daughter.

So if you never here from me again, you know why. I would like to ask one of my long-term friends of here and back as far as steemit, could I entrust you with via email - me to send you the keys to my accounts, my wallets and possibly my exchanges and if I do not make it, would you help my wife with understanding how to exchange it for Fiat please?

If it to be my end, my final goodbye, know this, I have no regrets and will take it with ease, I would not change a thing, and we are all born to die, it is the only thing certain in life.

Make the most of every day while you can, and always take a smile where ever you go, you never know when that smile will save a lonely person from suicide due to that loneliness.

Have a great day, I shall try.

Life changes when you are ill. | Ecency