Life feels like an avalanche right now. Things are getting worse, and they're getting worse fast. I feel helpless. I feel frustrated and angry and sad. But there's really nothing I can do but wait
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Oh, I absolutely feel like that with Eric. Mostly he's very understanding, but occasionally he gives me crap. There was a time when at my mom's someone wanted something from the basement and I asked him to get it and he was fairly nasty about it, not understanding at all that I was in massive pain and going up and down two flights of stairs was just not in the cards at that moment. Now, those occasions are rare, but the fact that it's happened at all shows he doesn't really get it, even when he scolds me for wearing myself out for doing too much. I mean, if I flat out refuse to do something, there's a reason for it.
As for how I manage to do it, I don't really. I sit around on my computer or on the couch with a book most of the time, because that's about all I can do. Lunch is yogurt and string cheese. Dinner is pasta or sandwiches. And I regularly appall myself by the state my birdcages end up in. Food and water is one thing, scrubbing out cages a different one altogether. Fortunately the chickens are almost no work at all, and will be even less so when they get big enough to run around in the yard and Eric takes care of the cat boxes.
But yeah, the average person just can't get it. I remember some less-than-charitable thoughts I had as a teenager about the mom of some of my friends who had chronic fatigue syndrome. I didn't get it. Now I do.
As for how I manage to do it, I don't really. I sit around on my computer or on the couch with a book most of the time, because that's about all I can do. Lunch is yogurt and string cheese. Dinner is pasta or sandwiches. And I regularly appall myself by the state my birdcages end up in. Food and water is one thing, scrubbing out cages a different one altogether. Fortunately the chickens are almost no work at all, and will be even less so when they get big enough to run around in the yard and Eric takes care of the cat boxes.
But yeah, the average person just can't get it. I remember some less-than-charitable thoughts I had as a teenager about the mom of some of my friends who had chronic fatigue syndrome. I didn't get it. Now I do.
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