My body prevents me from doing too much. I get ill and tired too fast, too easy. I made it to the Labor Day gathering yesterday sans Mr. Davicob (he was exhausted). I stayed about five hours. My body ached with such ferocity, I squirmed. I slept over nine hours last night and I'm still tired. My cold doesn't seem to be curtailing. I hurt today in a way that isn't illness... just overdoing things.
Friday, Mr. Davicob and I are still going on our date. This might be our last chance for a while.
I have correspondence (five letters) to write and send via snail mail. I have a questionnaire from the office of Dr. Marvelous to complete. I have a brochure to edit for an acquaintance (the only way I could say "no" is to tell her about the cancer). I have other "office" work to do.
Monday, I go see Dr. Marvelous a good distance away from my home. Eight hours in the wheelchair, conservatively.
Thursday or Friday of next week, my sister and I are having lunch with the acquaintance who has the brochure. She's a lovely woman and a lot of fun and I want to do it... but, pain and exhaustion. But... doing it.
My brothers want to see a movie at a theater. They're close siblings. They should go together. But, my toddler nephew and mom need assistance (they all live together), so it's hard to plan things like that. I want Mr. Davicob and I to go to my family's for a few hours so no one has to worry about anything. I don't know if I can schedule anything else. Everything is already too much. I probably won't go.
I'm so frustrated by my limitations right now, cursing this body for its betrayal and obstinacy. It constantly thwarts me. I'm having a difficult time maintaining a level mood. I don't need this, now. Who does?
I'll feel better tomorrow. But, I feel like a "do-nothing" failure tonight. Just have to go through it. One breath at a time.
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