It's too much for me. I need to accomplish something. Some minuscule something to feel any pride in myself.
I get up hurting. I sit. I wait for the pain to recede. I wait.
I plan to get things done today. Important things.
I sit. I get up, I push through the pain and start working. One minute. On a good day, five minutes.
The pain gets terrible. I sit and take a break. Lather. Rinse. Repeat.
The days where the breaks go on and on are too humiliating. I am a failure at success.
One day. Two days. I hurt. I hurt. Maybe it's the changing weather. Maybe it's the high humidity. Maybe I'm just failing, day after day after day. It goes on longer than I can take.