Looking for it from over here on the fold out bed.

If we took it down to the brass tacks, I feel gross. My intestines hurt, my body hurts, food feels disgusting is the thing keeping me here in this inflatable mattress bed. Things are aching, things are bleeding, things are flying out the wrong directions. Mentally, I am stressed, worried, bored, and feeling down. Prednisone and its side effects are not the best of friends in my world. Quite the contrary, more like enemy status. However, that's all I got to getting back to home, feeling active, and being able to play with Natalia, be outside, and think outside of bed rest. I just want to stop hurting, being uncomfortable, and full of health worries. Patience with Crohn's is a wild ride and I count my bliss that it is my health complication. For those suffering bigger, I can only imagine how much patience and time and strength it takes to keep it up and know that it will become clear as to what's going to really happen down the road. So where's the bliss? Here. My dear, dear husband is the bliss in this- as is my Natalia and those I know who are caring and rooting for a quick and speedy recovery. This is today's bliss and I am thankful for this. The second bliss will be a 6:30 departure, if this dinner remains. That'd be really, really nice.