There’s nothing in this post you don’t all already know, and PMRPro and DorsetLady et al haven’t read, written and preached scores of time already.
Both last autumn and earlier this year I was involved for weeks in planning/rehearsing a play, once in the cast, once directing. Both plays then ran for a week (only am dram, but a week’s run is still draining). Loved both, then both times spent a week to 10 days immediately afterwards mainly asleep, and when occasionally awake impersonating a wrung out dishcloth. (Great impersonation by the way, considerably better than my acting)
10 days ago I took a longish train journey to meet a friend, then the 2 of us took a silly o’clock flight to Prague. Walked and walked and walked for 4 days, then reversed the travel process to get home. My grandsons had broken up from school so now into holiday cover, then kicked off (as you do) by turning out my garage because I couldn’t do it entirely on my own and needed their muscle. Forgot there was a work party scheduled at our little theatre on Saturday. Couldn’t face painting walls, but took on cleaning tasks.
2 years in from the onset of PMR and 20 months from formal diagnosis and Pred, I’m now down to 4mgm. I had begun to think I might be a fraud because the past 2-3 months had been reasonably smooth. But you guessed it... slept most of yesterday and today, and my impeccable impersonation of a wet rag is back centre stage.
Do I regret it? Yes and no. I’m well aware that compared to many on this board I’ve been lucky, and that I knew perfectly well that I was overdoing it. I reckoned both plays - and the beautiful city of Prague - were worth it but I also now appreciate that mind over matter can be risky, and there will always be payback.
I’ve read so much on here about ‘pacing’. Think I’d better take it seriously for a while...