So yesterday was an unusual Monday, as I had loads of energy and felt very positive, unlike the usual dredging through thick, cold porridge start to the week. Had a long meeting in the morning, followed by lunch, nap and then sat in the afternoon sun with the paper followed by choir in the evening. Felt grateful that life was getting back to some semblance of normal. Planned to go to the gym today.
Aha. Not so fast young lady. Today I woke up in a fog of exhaustion, barely able to lift my head off the pillow. Had some breakfast and went back to bed, trying to rest and sleep, but mainly lying there cataloguing the exhaustion. I’m not talking tiredness, but deep in the bones, will I ever be able to go outside again exhaustion. Managed to get up and read a bit, then do a bit of shopping. But feeling like groaning and whining at the top of my voice.
It’s the unpredictability that is so debilitating. In the old life, one day was pretty much like the day before and the day after. These days it’s chalk and cheese. Very unsettling.
Hoping gratitude resurfaces tomorrow, but if you hear an odd groaning sound, that’s me tilting at windmills.