Yesterday morning, I woke up feeling like Mike Tyson had visited and left me in so much pain, I literally crawled to the loo and kitchen for my meds and breakfast, and to sort cats out. Every bone ached. Everything hurt. Boris Karloff neck.
After spending morning in bed, reading and waiting for a sea change, I finally battened down the mental hatches at lunchtime. Started to tidy/clean/hoover bedroom and change sheets. Of course, tank cupboard needed sorting too. That little lot took over 2 hours, including half hourly pitstops for a pee! Meds! Hobble downstairs...
A late lunch break then back upstairs with first load of wet laundry. Hang it up. Hoover landing and stairs and clean bathroom. On knees of course. (Does anyone else hoover on their knees?) Another 2 hours+ gone. Meds! Hobble downstairs...
Gritted teeth. Arrive downstairs. Skid on dustsheets. Take up and fold them (had builders/workmen in & out over past few weeks), and tidy as much as I can in the chaos. Builder's dust gets everywhere
Take meds, tidy kitchen, phonecall to chase the sparky. Sweep up what mess I can reach. Thank the cats for yet more rolling hairballs on the hard flooring - you'd never have believed I'd quickly hoovered round the day before! Deal with second lot of laundry. Create some space in upturned 2nd bedroom so I can hang up washing. Hobble downstairs...
Hobbling already reduced to snail's pace. Back, elbows, knees, hips, ankles excruciating. Look at clock, it's 6.30pm! Another 2 hours+ gone. Meds!
Cursing myself for being an idiot, decide to prepare bite to eat. Between sorting cats out, making a cuppa, making porridge and taking pills, it's 7pm.
I sit down at pc to browse emails and FB, while eating said porridge. Off feet. Sigh of relief.
When I go to move an hour later to take bowl to kitchen and make another cuppa, of course am locked solid in chair! It takes me a good 5 mins to uncrank, stand and take a few steps, mentally screaming.
I know I shouldn't stay on the pc but I do because I need to get some cataloguing of books done, to clear floor space around me. That takes until 11pm, with breaks to chat on FB and deal with cats coming and going. Night meds taken later than usual, so I don't faceplant the keyboard lol.
I then play an FB game, to chill out. Play a while. Zoning out. About to fall off chair. Shit, it's gone 1am aaagh. Bedtime. Gather up the cats. Forget to brush teeth. Zonk out. Boom!
This morning. What did I expect? It's a repeat of yesterday.... pain! Still in bed. "Shattered" isn't a strong enough word. Couldn't fight my way out of a paper bag. Will fall asleep standing up lol. Bones ache. Everything hurts. Aaagh!
And why did I do it? Because the previous 2 days were down days mostly. My BF is due back today. Yeah, that's why the cleaning madness - even then I didn't get finished... My get up & go has got up & left zzzzzzzzzzzzzz!