Health- ditto
Today I ventured forth from my bed and more importantly, my home, for the first time in a long time and the long hours leading up to my setting forth was filled with frustration and tears as every single chore I had to complete beforehand buried me in exhaustion.
Why should something so simple as taking a shower, washing my hair, brushing my teeth and getting dressed sap every fiber of my being so hard?
By the time I was sitting in the small meeting room at my Lawyer's office waiting for the meeting to start all I could do was lay my head on the quartz tabletop and try to stay awake even though my body was screaming in pain.
Through the meeting I kept shifting and fidgeting to be comfortable while trying to seem awake and with it and as we were leaving my husband wanted to chat in the hallway and I wanted to get... to... the... van...
My day is over... and I think I have used my spoons for the entire month... my legs are swollen (toes solid red burning hot sausages stuck to my feet with branding irons)... my stomach is totally not speaking to me... my lower abdomen is clamped down in a full out temper tantrum... my heart is having major mood swings and the rest of me refuses to take sides.
There were too bright spots-
1- I educated my Lawyer a little about Gastroparesis and he is going to look at my website and others I suggested so he can know more about me (and in turn will learn more about others like me)
2- No one said "But you don't look sick" (then again, I had the complexion of over-cooked oatmeal and the vacant expression of a block of cheese)
Tomorrow I might have something stimulating and thought provoking to say... tonight I am just trying to get through typing this and have it somewhat legible.
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