Keep at it droppy, we’re all behind you.
OK, no doctor. But do you have someone checking on you?
Conga-rats on the baby and add me to the chorus line/cheerleading squad. Just don’t ask me to kick high unless you want to see me landing on my rump!
Glad you’re feeling normal-ish. That’s a step up. Good luck. Try to eat a little.
There is a reason they have a term for it.
I really wish there were better studies on this, but I believe most people take a few tries. One of them will be “this time for sure!” May it be this one.
You can do this, Dropzone!! If you feel the urge, check in here & we’ll talk you off the ledge 
Be well, be strong and hydrate! You’ve had a damn wringer of a year already and treating yourself better is an enormous step toward healing from it.
Never stop eating. I had a young colleague who pretty much stopped eating and ended up with something call Korsakoff’s syndrome (caused by B12 deficiency IIRC) and has been confined to a nursing home with uncurable dementia for the past ten years. And he is barely 60 and his life is essentially over. Whatever else you do, be sure to eat well.
Best of luck to you.
I met a man on the bus one day with what I had to guess was Korsakoff syndrome. He looked a bit like my dad, but his mind was gone. He was babbling something that was obviously very emotionally important to him - he was almost weeping - but he couldn’t make any actual words. It stuck in my mind.
How’s it going?
Don’t forget to stay hydrated. Stay strong when the urge hits. Goodluck
Good luck dropzone.
Doc has me on B12 anyway. Live-in daughter went to trivia early so instead of ordering some delivery vodka I surfed the dial and found Sister Act was on. Just in time for Salve Regina, a favorite. Cried for the next 3.5 hours like a man who needed to cry that much, feeding it with regular infusions from the Cradle Catholic Songbook. Many in Latin, how I first heard them. Beth Nielsen Chapman’s Hymns, which I bought the day I heard about it on NPR, is a great source. Most about Mary, a tough sell for my eventual Lutheran funeral. Long story. Old pastor knew I’m basically a Marianist. New pastor will find out.
Very cathartic.
Trying to quit smoking at the moment. Not quite the same thing, I realize, but I can definitely relate to denying yourself the thing you really want. I need to stop drinking too, one thing at a time.
Good luck.
Spent a couple days rehydrating, eating, and regaining my strength in the living room. Stood up yesterday with only the sofa arm for bracing, first time and every time. Asked daughter if she saw what I did. “Yeah, you stood up like a normal person, sorta.” Still wobbly, but I’ve been wobbly since I fell down half a flight of stairs in 2012, cracking my left orbit and a bunch of ribs. Usually the cane is just to keep me from falling.
Spending today eliminating some of that water that wasn’t coming out on its own–urine isn’t supposed to be burnt orange. Now it’s pale lemon. That’s another win for Lasix!
ETA: I’m given it for lymphedema, nothing worse. I get regular tests and yeah, I just ship extra water.
Hooray for standing! It’s a literal step in the right direction.
I can’t imagine the pain of an orbit injury, sheesh. Did you have to wear one of those rigid, clear plastic masks?
You starting dance lessons soon? Yay! Good for you.
Who are you, my doctor? She and her husband take lessons at Arthur Murray and she suggested I join, too, because of all of the lonesome old ladies. I told her that I have three left feet, counting the cane. No, no dance lessons for me.
Where did you get that?
The ribs (5 or 6 broken) masked the pain of the cracked orbit. They didn’t even notice and I didn’t either until I was out of the hospital. Doesn’t hurt anymore, but my left eye is no longer the strong one.
A dance studio is always short of men partners. A standing, warm body is the only prerequisite.
(Unless you are in competition dance)
Good for you. Now we’ll be after to you to walk more. Demanding is what we are.
Sincerely - good for you. 
Yes, Miz Sunny. (Paper Moon reference)
Per Wife, “You’re an Anthropologist and know that your metabolism is in your legs.”