Things I don’t do anymore. It’s a long list. First on the list was getting dressed every day. I decided to work on this one. First day I showered, did my hair, put on some jewelry and a bit of makeup. I got dressed and put shoes on. My husband was a little worried about the change, and I was anxious too. It’s like being dressed set the bar higher. Wearing my bathrobe everyday is the uniform of an invalid, but getting dressed shows purpose and readiness. I had an anxious feeling in my chest and tummy all day. My husband called three times from work, fearful maybe that getting dressed was going to propel me out of the house and maybe out of his life. Change. It’s hard for everyone lol. Today was day two and I shaved my legs. It feels good. One day at a time.