It's good to be back home.
I haven't really talked about my feelings with Jack, about how to go about trusting -- really trusting -- again. He does hug me a lot more and tell me how much he loves me and is "here." That helps.
I'm purging my closets, too! After spending ten days in that house, barely able to move, fearing for my life as things piled up threatened to crush me.
Visited the doctor about my shortness of breath ever since that November incident, and especially since the pneumonia. He's sending me to a pulmonologist.
And I'm heading for bloodwork as well. I'll get up early tomorrow and head out on an empty stomach.
Steps to wellness of a kind.
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