My body has been screaming, “no!”, for days now and I must give in and rest. This is what I would call a cumulative pain flare up.
I was lucky enough to have my husband’s sister and brother-in-law and their two boys, ages 3 and 7, stay with us about two and half weeks ago and we had so much fun! I wouldn’t change a thing.
I tried to pace myself but wanted to miss out on as little as possible.My nephews are so beautiful and smart and fun❤😊❤ I wanted to spend as much time with them and their parents as possible.
After the boys left, along with their patents we had my husband’s Mum stay with us for another week, which was great as we get along so very well.
I began to really notice fatigue, low tolerance for going out, increased pain levels, and general irritability during the past week. My husband and his Mum were kindly indulgent of me and incredibly understanding about my limitations.
As of yesterday, Mum left for home, and my fatigue finally kicked into high gear. Now for the really tricky part.
I must take care of myself.
This is so much harder than it sounds. There are dishes in the sink, beds need changing and laundry needs doing. For now I must push these items down far lower on my list and accept rest as a priority activity and not feel inferior or lazy.
I find it hard to admit I’ve pushed too hard. I see people moving through life at breakneck speed and achieving left and right and I want that back so badly.
For now I must accept my body’s mandatory invitation to rest for as long as it takes to recover. This flare up will end then I can get back to living a little more and inching forward once again.