Or worse, my colleagues. Both groups are very supportive, but I feel like they don't need to know that I'm in pain because I slept badly, and I just had to take my earrings out because they were becoming a pain trigger.
(I feel rather naked now. Large earrings are my trademark!)
I keep telling myself, I've gotten through nearly a full day of work, and I only have 90 minutes to go. And tomorrow is my day off, so I can sleep as much as I need.
It's frustrating because I was nearly pain-free yesterday. I was incredibly productive, and then I met up with a friend for dinner, and she told me about her adventures with CFS and the dangers of wheelchairs with poor battery life. I went to bed feeling quite good, that I'd accomplished a lot without overdoing it ... and then I was up at 2 am because somehow my cat had gotten outside and now he was fighting.
Bah. Thank you for letting me vent. Back to work! Only 87 minutes to go!
(I feel rather naked now. Large earrings are my trademark!)
I keep telling myself, I've gotten through nearly a full day of work, and I only have 90 minutes to go. And tomorrow is my day off, so I can sleep as much as I need.
It's frustrating because I was nearly pain-free yesterday. I was incredibly productive, and then I met up with a friend for dinner, and she told me about her adventures with CFS and the dangers of wheelchairs with poor battery life. I went to bed feeling quite good, that I'd accomplished a lot without overdoing it ... and then I was up at 2 am because somehow my cat had gotten outside and now he was fighting.
Bah. Thank you for letting me vent. Back to work! Only 87 minutes to go!