In living with Chronic illness, there is the same ebb and flow as living without that added complication. There are good days, and bad days. Days of happiness and sadness. Days when you connect with others, days you don't. Days you get sick of it all and want to chuck it to the wind, or get on a train and run away to parts unknow.
So...this is most likely a rant. Lucky us!! But I'm tired!! I'm tired of being tired. Of having to break down the cleaning of my house into three days, with the last day being the tough stuff of sweeping and mopping the kitchen and bathroom floors. I pull up all the bathroom and kitchen rugs. They get thrown into the washer and hung to dry. By the time my husband comes home from work, I have emptied the cat box, washed the dishes and kitchen counters, cleaned the stove top, dusted the living room, dining room, bathroom, study, our bedroom and our daughter's bedroom. (And here I have to stop as I keep falling asleep on the letters, which extend across the page to infinity, a trail of endless o's to nowhere.)
So...this is most likely a rant. Lucky us!! But I'm tired!! I'm tired of being tired. Of having to break down the cleaning of my house into three days, with the last day being the tough stuff of sweeping and mopping the kitchen and bathroom floors. I pull up all the bathroom and kitchen rugs. They get thrown into the washer and hung to dry. By the time my husband comes home from work, I have emptied the cat box, washed the dishes and kitchen counters, cleaned the stove top, dusted the living room, dining room, bathroom, study, our bedroom and our daughter's bedroom. (And here I have to stop as I keep falling asleep on the letters, which extend across the page to infinity, a trail of endless o's to nowhere.)
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