Yesterday by the time I got home I was exhausted. I had had a very long day. What did I do? Got my hair cut, went to the gym and a doctor appointment. I had to lie down for a while. I left my house at 1030am and got home at 430pm. Six hours?
My original schedule for yesterday included a 930 appointment at the gym. I decided that would probably be too much for me and rescheduled. I knew I had down time during the day and was going to go visit my parents for a bit. But then I got the brain storm to shorten my day. Its one thing to skip the gym or the grocery store because I was too tired but its another to skip a doctor appointment.
So anyway, my health is seriously trying my patience and I am
Call me frustrated. I think I can manage today. All I have to do is go to my knitting group and come home. A much shorter day.
1 comment:
I really relate to this. Sometimes I try to remind myself of the days where all I managed was to brush my teeth. 6 hours can be a real accomplishment in comparison to teeth brushing. What I can accomplish, when I am not in crisis, is damn near Wonderwoman-like. I try not to get hard on myself, and shift my idea of what's normal to be something more fluid. It's the only thing that gets me through the days that I am fed up.
I wish you well.
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