The prednisone is controlling my pain so much that I feel like I should be 'well' again. My acquired brain injury worker has me using a timer to intersperse activity with rest, but it's so frustrating! My hands are giving me hell right now, and Kelly had to come stop me cleaning when the timer went off. *wry grin* I just WANT to be fine, and to finish things. I hate leaving a task in the middle, and I can be ridiculously stubborn about it. That's always been so, very often to my detriment. It's smack in the middle of cherry blossom time, and I so want to be out taming the jungles that are my yard. Some of it is that I've always been the impetus in my family - chores don't really get done unless I start the movement. The guys would happily live on pizza and pop (and knee-deep in boxes and cans) but the blind, epileptic, diabetic, celiac wife would not survive well on that regimen. I crave order in a way they just don't seem to. Sigh. I'm going to pick up some groceries today, only a few, but I know I have to bank my energy for that. Does it get easier? Or at least more habitual? I have discovered that having a cup of tea is an excellent excuse for a rest.