Yesterday
I wish I could say that yesterday my troubles seemed far away... wasn't in the cards, I guess. Fed the animals twice and made a nice stew. Apparently, that was way too much, because by the end of the day I could barely life my arms, and at one point I was on the floor crying because I had to rest a while before I could get back up. Hubby either didn't notice or didn't care. Every inhale of breath made my upper back burn with pain. I get tired of this. When even breathing hurts, it gets very diffilcult to stay positive!
Today, I'm doing a bit better, but only because I haven't done anything. Jess is right - I need to apply for disability. Why haven't I? Same reason as a lot of people, I think - I don't want to admit defeat! I hold onto the dream that I will be functional again! I worked in a kennel for five years (off and on) with this condition - carrying and restraining dogs that weighed up to 80 lbs! How have I gone from that to barely able to type?
Pain: 7
Fatigue: 5
Weakness: 8
And I hate it!