Guys. Guess what?
I had a good day yesterday. A good day. Not great, not pre-Sjogren's, but good meaning that I could shower, have lunch with a friend, and take Lulu to the groomers.
Huh. Amazing, yes?
In all honesty, ever since the holidays I've been making a mostly futile attempt to regain my energy footing which hasn't gone well. It's been a long, grinding month which in retrospect, seems foggy and hard to recollect exactly what happened. Even though I enjoyed Christmas (at least as far as I recall..) and I am glad that I was able to spend quality time celebrating with cherished family and friends, it was grueling. Every night over the past thirty days or more, John would come home from work and immediately ask how my day was and I'd have to tell him the truth because he knows me better than I do. He was sympathetic and supportive, but I have felt guilty and crabby every time that he's suggested going out to do things and I have to honestly say, "I can't. I just can't today."
So it's gratifying to have one good day.
So good, in fact, that today I'm tuckered out, but that's OK. One good day means that in all probability there are more good days ahead.
And that makes me very, very happy. Time to rest up for the next good day, whenever that will be.
3 comments:
Julia, so glad to hear you had a good day. I did too :) We learn how to truly appreciate them when we have to wait for them.
Yes, I have wiped my calendar clean this month only doing the minimal amount. Thought I'd treat myself to a nice haircut and pedicure a few days ago. Did that and was feeling pretty good so I went to a department store. Bad idea. I was there 20 minutes, was shaking like a leaf and worn completely out. I used to really enjoy shopping - it was like a sport. lol Now I almost dread it because of the effort involved.
I don't know if I'll understand how doing nothing (sitting in a chair letting someone cut my hair and paint my toes) can make me so tired. Sigh. Here's to more 'good' days!
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