Well GOOD MORNING campers
So day 3 was yesterday - and the whole thing has been and remains just fucking mindblowing to me 
Before I write anything else, I want to thank you again (you all know who you are), but those here from the beginning and who rocked up to offer hope in whatever form, from CFSKate reading between the lines and asking anyone who was suicidal to please, please just wait a couple of years until phase 3 of a drug treatment was complete, through to Pausing and others just willing me on, through to Rainybows and HappyHello whom I will forever be indebted to 
I also want to write that, compared to where I was just a week ago, I feel fucking FANTASTIC
[gratitude emocion]
- the sun is shining and I will be going for a walk later with my my darling youngest who arrived home from boarding school last night 
Yes, you read that right - I will be going for a walk later in this beautiful Spring sunshine PRECISELY the kind of thing I was mourning, the simple things that muggles take for granted, a short stroll in the sunshine with their kid/s but to me something that has been out of reach for years now 
I did see the posts above last night but was so engaged in other things that I barely had time to do the v. brief - emocion summation! - 'where I am' post above. I have to say, I can now UTTERLY see why the fabulous What gently suggested that I did not return to the thread once doing/done LP but I'm fucked if I'm being pushed off my own thread by some Johnny Come Latelys and their own issues and their - frankly, really frickin dubious looking reasons - sudden motives in being here now 
Am gobsmacked by some of those posts TBH and not sure right now if I should invest spoons in directly replying to them as:
A) This thread was NEVER about LP; I'd never even heard of LP until after I posted of my miserable existence and just pleading for even a shred of fucking HOPE - which Thank the fucking Lord I was lucky enough to get c/o ALL the posts that talked of recovery, irrespective of what source that recovery had been achieved by/from; and
B) I'm not here to explain - and very DEF not here for others to demand
I personally explain/justify/defend - LP. That said, CheerfulMary and a pp have probably done a better job of that that I could right now anyway.
The sole reason/s I AM still here are:
i: for my own selfish reasons, I want to have this thread and to be able to look back at it right now (in faint wonderment right now if truth be told!) and as stuff rolls forward.;
ii: for folks like Hey & Pausing who overtly asked me to update, for CFSKate & others who have been her since the beginning and who are ill themselves yet have just so bloody beautifully willed me on as well as asked me to update; and also now a 3rd reason - one I did not even dare to DREAM of when I wrote OP - which is if by writing of my own progress on this thread helps just one person in the way that HappyHello & Rainybow helped me find that route TO HOPE
then I need to post if only for that 
All of that said though, there are a cpl quick specific ones tho I will briefly address as kinda feel I have no choice to - which is bang out of order IMO, but I'm not going to let folks who have no clue of my reality (past or present) and who have suddenly just rocked up to the thread
but are firmly conspicuous by their absence in the support phase of it, seemingly appearing now just to, I dunno, poke sticks at me? Project their shit?
Whatever, I'll address these 2 then that will be that as I have better things to do with my new-found spoons and better things to write (& to more genuine posters, those who have been here when I couldn't see how much longer I could survive like that and whose motives for being here are not remotely dubious).
Miffle I would genuinely like to understand how such a severe physical transformation can happen. To me, it wouldn't be enough to say "it doesn't matter, at least it's happened"
Have no issue with your first sentence, but with your second, did you mean to be so rude?
In the nicest possible way (& I think Cheerful wrote something similar in her post vis - after v kindly taking the time to explain her understanding of 'how' it works - wrote that if folks still had issues with it, then she didn't care, she had her life back
) who the fuck are you to demand of me what would and wouldn't be 'enough' for you???!! Seriously? With the greatest of respect, maybe this isn't where you need to be, as this is not and was never a thread about X treatment and then my personally being somehow accountable for your understanding of that.
Suggest you go back to the OP to see what this thread is about and where it started and why I wrote my OP (cripplingly ill and DESP looking for a way out that didn't involve suicide FFS), and then get that all that has followed is simply the path I choose to take up after others had posted of their realities and their recoveries; it's of my reality and I'm sharing it here both for me and for others who have been in similar boat asking same question and been here since the beginning.
If you or anyone else doesn't get that basic tenant then that's really not my problem, but that doesn't give you the right to EVER dare to question the depth of how fucking PHYSICALLY ill I was - truly, my piss is seriously boiled at the notion of anyone telling me that if I'm in a better place now, then I 'wasn't ill in the first place' 
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BIG FAT LINE
Right, and breathe Wish 
To the rest of you lovely lot, I'll get back to the basics of updating about me and stuff that has happened.
So, at the end of day 2/Weds, I went forth and shopped then was so beside myself that had been OUT that posting here was the first thing I did - after that, I ate my first full dinner in years, gluten free spaghetti carbonara and New York cheesecake
I had both an appetite, and no nausea in the way, and I was properly hungry. I don't want to fall into hyperbole but it's pretty hard NOT to given so extreme a shift is that (& ON TOP OFF by then 2 full days out plus hitting shopping mall plus all of the travel involved in that lot 
I then fell into bed as was super tired (unsurprisingly enough, given body has barely moved for previous XY period) but I set alarms for early yesterday morning as I wanted to have a BATH before I left.... This is me who has loathed the state of myself but been unable to shift that in any way; who since last November have kept clean solely by using hospital bedbath wipes to at least manage a a basic level of hygiene
but that was my aim and post day 2 of course - and reinforced by the incredible success of being out and shopping - I dared to believe I could.
Miraculously, my alarms woke me (previously I have simply slept and slept through maybe 20-30 3 minute apart alarms on my phone, but somehow yesterday I was awake by the second one. This was at 8am - 8am FFS! - and by 9.30 I had had that bath. And I can't put into words how incredible that felt 
Not only did I have a bath, but I also managed to whip razor out to use for the first times in months (literally, months) - I shaved my legs forestry commission jobbie! and armpits they were c.1970 in Germany or Holland! both of which pretty physically demanding, yet I did it 
More still, on day one I had gone in my onsie
as anything that pressed into waist was just too painful and uncomfortable; on day 2 I went in my pyjamas loungewear and uggs; and yesterday I WORE ACTUAL CLOTHES!!!!!! Leggings and a t-shirt and a fluffy cardigan to be precise
and AFTER ALL OF THAT was ready to be picked up at 09.50 for the one hour drive there for day.3. It was AMAZING to see the shifts in some members of the group, ALL of them had done 'something' the night before (ie their equiv of my foray into shopping centre) that they would not previous have been able to ranging from 11 year old (youngest in our group) going to Brighton to walk to the end of the pier through to one woman - who I'd put on a par with my OP in terms of starting point (of the 6 of us, there was a wide range of duration of illness and depth of illness but with the clear common thread of ALL being profoundly PHYSICALLY unwell) - going to the pub with her husband for the first time since before she became ill 
I have no words to describe either my joy yesterday in sharing with the group what I had done the night before, nor hearing of these other people's adventures back into the big wide world - it was incredibly moving 
Yesterday went by in a bit of a flash, but a flash that has ended up with my having a weekend planned to seaside town where DC1 lives in c.3 weeks (I know!!!
I have to keep pinching myself!) and just a profound - and by then very firmly evidence based - knowledge that I was in a wholly different place on Thursday to that which I had remained in until Monday. Much like CheerfulMary wrote above, I am not one of those people who can suddenly today do cartwheels, and my recovery will - again like her - be one that builds upon itself. But where I AM is already beyond my wildest dreams and I am beyond thankful (understatement of the century) that - in SUCH fucking desperation - I wrote that OP screaming for help.
I can't quite believe OP was only 2 weeks ago today. It has felt like months, but the hideous reality of housebound ill has always (for me anyway) meant that every day felt like a year, so that period post OP but pre LP really did feel so very much longer in time.
I do need to go but there is just SO much more I want to share for the genuine and original posters on thread. I'll likely come back later this evening and report back on if did go out to walk (as if do, that will be first stroll out from home in over 2 years; in recent times I have not even been able to go to the local shops - maybe 150 metres each way? - to the point where my meds were all delivered even though my pharmacy is in that same parade of shops - I just couldn't do it (though god knows I had tried and tried until hit the point where it was simply impossible).
The other thing I do have to mention before I go are other people's observations of me (& those I can actually SEE with my own eyes). The group members and the 3 observers (relees of very sick people who needed someone with them the whole time) ALL commented on how well I was looking vs. the first day they'd met me when I staggered in in my onsie, collapsing on soft reclining chair. Spoke of my skin colour having changed (it has!), through to how much clearer thinking and thus clearer and more succinct my voice and speech was, through to physically how very differently my body was moving.
NB: DC3 who arrived home last night was faintly gobsmacked by changes in me and it was a joy to see his face realising that we are now on a different path. I've asked him - and he has agreed - to at some point today please write down his thoughts and observations and to mail that to me. I did that both for my own record (see all above vis importance of thread to me in all this and in checking my own progess), but also with people like Hey & CSFKate in mind, as clearly he is separate to me and at 14, I'm guessing no twats will suddenly sidle up to thread and suggest he is some LP 'advertising' imposter (can't tell you how much that post riled me until I refused to give it no more headroom - cannot get over the outrageousness of suggestion I am 'advertising'
nor the UTTER ignorance of this being a one person very very personal thread from someone desperately and very very physically unwell, and their own personal journey from those pits of hell and moving into the light. [Yes, I promise I will after this waste not even a tea spoon on them, but felt had no choice but to address them here]
This is by FAR the longest post I've ever written yet my wrists are not screaming at me in pain, and my fingers are pain free and supple as they sweep across the keyboard. Whilst I do know how and why this has happened, that doesn't in any way make it less miraculous and I do have to keep double checking that I'm actually awake and that this is real 
Massive hugs and peace to you all this beautiful - and aptly named
- Good Friday 
Wish