29 weeks
It is 8:44 and I am exhausted. I was almost too exhausted to start whining to my LJ and have actually closed this page twice. It's not a mental exhaustion, just physical, though I had woken up a bit past 2 pm with a relatively uninterrupted night of sleep [3x, but with my hips/pelvis going on strike therefore making moving a painful chore and the stagger to the bathroom a dangerous journey]. I managed to change the sheets, put away the laundry, sweep AND mop the kitchen, and change the load of laundry before succumbing to the couch, where I watched an hour of ANTM and half an hour of the Pussycat Doll search. Lying down didn't work out like I hoped, however, just leaving me feeling more tired. Bleh. The phone is on the fritz, otherwise I'd probably be making calls right now, just to reach out to someone else other than Duncan and Snickers--who are usually good company but not quite mentally stimulating enough.
I don't like feeling dysfunctional. I also don't like the knowledge of knowing what is wrong with me and how to fix it. Unfortunately I know that I'm on a downward slope of disentigrating mobility and that only through movement and exercise will I be able to maintain and/or improve my condition, but I don't have the willpower/motivation/outside force necessary to help me along my way. Atleast this is a temporary state. My empathy has improved for those who live in a chronic world of pain and dysfunction, though it was pretty high to start with.
They are much stronger than me. I am just a whiny little baby. Whiny little baby that's going to go snuggle with a body pillow and nap for the next 3 hours...
I don't like feeling dysfunctional. I also don't like the knowledge of knowing what is wrong with me and how to fix it. Unfortunately I know that I'm on a downward slope of disentigrating mobility and that only through movement and exercise will I be able to maintain and/or improve my condition, but I don't have the willpower/motivation/outside force necessary to help me along my way. Atleast this is a temporary state. My empathy has improved for those who live in a chronic world of pain and dysfunction, though it was pretty high to start with.
They are much stronger than me. I am just a whiny little baby. Whiny little baby that's going to go snuggle with a body pillow and nap for the next 3 hours...