There's the hell phase when the Caregiver is the total sissy boy and is glad to do it to help the stricken one get through the treatment and get better by whatever means possible.
Now the treatment is behind, things must shift since the Caregiver needs to remind the patient you need to show your body you're serious about getting better; you need to start pushing it. When you push more, you eat more, and you get stronger; your systems get to working again.
But that tough love part is such a wretched part to play and there's sure no playing about after Yevette's experience.
One thing I know is it definitely goes better with a Popsicle. I have no particular fancy for such things so they don't cross my mind but Yevette suggested they might work for her when they're cold, soothing, and give a bit of sweetness.
I can now report they definitely work for her. There's been no focused reporting on how things go just now and there's no need beyond relentless suckage which slowly mitigates. There's nothing good to say about the background scene and there's nothing particularly informative in describing it. That happens and a Popsicle helps, fo' real.
I do have a silent assistant since Yevette knows I was actually smashed up worse than this but not by disease since my preference was motorcycles. From that she knows I'm not talking any shit about how much you need to push it. The degree to which you push it shouldn't go to Ironman levels since this isn't a movie and overstraining yourself will only slow you. Patience, patience.
Ed: oh, you're so good with patience (larfs)
Sometimes I am, mate; it's rare but it does happen. (Yah, it surprises me too)
There's not much to differentiate this time from any recovery since it's slow, it sucks, and it's awful ... but ... a Popsicle can help.
There you have it. Popsicles are the answer.
Take that from Uncle Silas. They work.
Ed: do you eat them?
Nope. I still don't fancy them (larfs). In Yevette's circumstance maybe I would find I love them so save up some of the purples, if you would.
Now the treatment is behind, things must shift since the Caregiver needs to remind the patient you need to show your body you're serious about getting better; you need to start pushing it. When you push more, you eat more, and you get stronger; your systems get to working again.
But that tough love part is such a wretched part to play and there's sure no playing about after Yevette's experience.
One thing I know is it definitely goes better with a Popsicle. I have no particular fancy for such things so they don't cross my mind but Yevette suggested they might work for her when they're cold, soothing, and give a bit of sweetness.
I can now report they definitely work for her. There's been no focused reporting on how things go just now and there's no need beyond relentless suckage which slowly mitigates. There's nothing good to say about the background scene and there's nothing particularly informative in describing it. That happens and a Popsicle helps, fo' real.
I do have a silent assistant since Yevette knows I was actually smashed up worse than this but not by disease since my preference was motorcycles. From that she knows I'm not talking any shit about how much you need to push it. The degree to which you push it shouldn't go to Ironman levels since this isn't a movie and overstraining yourself will only slow you. Patience, patience.
Ed: oh, you're so good with patience (larfs)
Sometimes I am, mate; it's rare but it does happen. (Yah, it surprises me too)
There's not much to differentiate this time from any recovery since it's slow, it sucks, and it's awful ... but ... a Popsicle can help.
There you have it. Popsicles are the answer.
Take that from Uncle Silas. They work.
Ed: do you eat them?
Nope. I still don't fancy them (larfs). In Yevette's circumstance maybe I would find I love them so save up some of the purples, if you would.
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