…then I got cocky and did too much. Typical me. Up until a few weeks ago I was doing really really well. I felt like my old self and even muttered the fateful words out loud that I was starting to feel like my old self. Energy levels were up, get up and go had returned and my brain was firing on all cylinders. Heck I even managed to make the scales move down a pound.
The one bit of advice the doctor gave me when I was first diagnosed with M.E was on the days I could do something do something. This has stuck with me and I am stubborn the point of annoyance that if I can do something, I will do something. The bit the doctor didn’t emphasize to me enough was that he didn’t mean tackle anything and everything head on till I drop on the spot.
So there I was feeling like my old self when I decided a new bed was in order. Chunky and wooden with a foot board was what I wanted and what I managed to find in my budget. It was a Thursday and I had been running around doing errands and being a taxi service for the teen when I decided half an hour before my evening shift in the shop to ‘just pop and buy the bed’. So cleared out and seats collapsed. Bed purchased and put in newly cleaned out boot. That should be where my sorry tale ends …. but we know thats not the ending. I carried newly purchased bed from the car to the house with the three bookshelves I also picked up. Then I went and did my evening shift.
Finishing at 8pm I was still rather hyped at the thought of a new bed so decided that was the perfect time to take down the old metal bed and put up the new wooden one. Without an electric screwdriver, help or clearly any functioning brain cells. Stubbornness is one of my traits and did come in handy that evening. 11:30 pm I finally screwed the last screw of 34 screws in. The mattress re-wrestled back into place and bed made. Old metal bed was in pieces neatly stacked by the back door ready for the garage. New bed was all made and looked and smelt lovely. I crawled into bed ecstatic with my achievement.
Next morning I rose from a lovely sleep and put together the three bookcases and then filled with all the books that had been hiding under the bed. It was all complete.
I on the other hand was completely done in. Nearly 3 weeks it has taken me to get over it all as I had undone the previous 6 weeks of recovery and steady improvement. 6 weeks of gently pedaling more and more each day on the exercise bike. 6 weeks of drinking barley grass daily. 6 weeks of positiveness. All undone.
So now I start again. Slowly. Barley grass is back on the daily menu and meat is off it again. The Lycra cycling shorts are back to ten minute outings again. I will do it. I have to do it. I want to do it. I will be back saying I am back to my old self again. I just wont be putting any beds or bookcases together again.
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