Progress. One Sip at a Time.

We flew to Portland for a wedding last weekend. I drained this liter of water before were even half way there, and I drank another one later.

This fact may be mildly interesting to you. To me, it’s a miracle.

Go back six years when I first got sick. I literally could not swallow a sip of water without feeling pain all through my torso area. It was as if I was trying to push water down against the force of gravity. 

It was the same with food. It was like somebody had put my digestive tract in the “off” position without my permission or knowledge.

Since food seemed more critical than water, I basically gave up on drinking. In the course of a day I would force down a cup at the most, and that was mainly to swallow pills.

As I’ve been healing, my tolerance for water has slowly increased to the point I now drink at least 8 cups of water per day, and often even more. 

Sometimes it’s easy to lose track of progress. I’m not cured. Not even close. But I’m drinking water in copious amounts, and I wasn’t before.

When I first got sick, I imagined myself as the hare. I was going to power through this illness, and be back on track in no time. Six years on, it’s looking like I’m the tortoise.

That’s OK. We all know how that turned out.

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