Our house is back to normal (well, it’s tidier than usual), and school is back on.
I didn’t do nearly as much around the house as I thought I would last weekend, and I didn’t write as much as I thought I would either. Today’s writing was ridiculously slow too, which is driving me bonkers.
Fundamentally, I need to calm way down, especially about the expectations I place on myself. This disabled thing really is a drag.
My medications have been switched up, too. I’m taking 50% more antidepressants (I’ve been pretty miserable ever since the diabetes diagnosis) and a third diabetes pill. So I shouldn’t be surprised that I’m not feeling great (I should feel better in a week or two). Plus Conflux was only a week ago, and if this is the post-conference low then it’s much milder than usual.
I just wish I could do stuff like I used to be able to do.
A couple of weeks ago I set up a small tropical fish tank. So here’s a cute pic of that, taken as the kids were examining the fish through binoculars and a magnifying glass.
2 thoughts on “Expectations”
I hear you, Felictity. I deal daily with anxiety, migraines and back issues. To top it off, I’m recovering from an allergic reaction to a bee sting. One week and I’m still exhausted.
I envy those who can write 1000 words an hour. I sometimes struggle to write that in a day. Oh, to complete two books a year – that is my goal.
Keep writing. And I will too.
Thank you Karen. It’s not easy to change expectations, but hearing from other people with health issues reminds me to think about myself as if I was someone else. I’m a lot nicer then.