||[Jan. 24th, 2011|05:12 pm]
I have been exhausted or sick or both for about four months now, and I'm getting bloody tired of it.
Now, in the great scheme of things i.e. my stroke, this is actually pretty minor. And there are plenty of other people with far more serious health issues. But hey, I just feeling like spending some 'poor widdle me' time.
One of the things I've had to watch post-stroke is that I don't run myself down too much. If I do, it's really hard to come back from. And of course, for those of you that have come in late, from around August last year I was dealing with a toddler, a newborn, my 74 year old mum (who is rather like dealing with a third toddler), while I regularly drove 150km to paint and do other work at our new house, and when home would be packing and sorting stuff. Mostly on my own. Sharon was dealing with the kids, though she did her best to reduce the workload for me at home, she's the first to admit she couldn't get much done. The amount she did get done, given the circumstances, was amazing.
But this isn't about Sharon being awesome, this is about me being pathetic. And once I had done most of the shifting in, unloading, etc. I got to go back to the old house and clean it. I had some help from a charming young gentleman towards the end (thanks gutter_monkey!) but by then I was pretty ruined.
Then I started Santa-ing, which knocks the stuffing out of me, and that was combined with starting to look after both kids during the week when Sharon was at work. Then I caught a cold, then I caught 'flu, and the cough from that refuses to go away.
I'm just totally fed up with being constantly tired, or sick, usually both. Apart from all the other reasons to dislike this state of affairs, it means what free time I have is often being spent in bed, and I have a much harder time coping with the kids just being kids.
I'm getting stuff done, but only in fits and starts, dribs and drabs. I have a lot I want to get done, but stuff is only getting done now and again, so that's frustrating. I don't feel like I'm making a dent in any of the dozens of things I need to be getting done.
Over it. And can't see an end in sight any time soon.