| Current mood: |  sore |
| Current music: | Strains of STRIPES in the background |
Ouch
I hurt. But this isn't new. I tried too hard this week. I tried yoga on Monday, only to pull the muscle on L side of my neck and shoulder. Tuesday, was a birthday outing for my boyfriend. My whole family and I went, though I did use my wheelchair. Yesterday, I was supposed to have an MRI.
We got lost. And the longer it took the harder it got. I got tired, and agitated. Finally, I had to say "Go home" but not before arguing with my husband. Big, bad arguement. I'm slowly learning, that I can't fight or think quite the same that I used to. When the pain and fatigue aren't bad, I think fine.
But when the pain and fatigue are huge, I can't think at all. Things that once made sense, no longer do. I can't fight right, or logically. I feel like I'm mentally retarded at those times. And when I'm yelled at, I find it makes no sense.
I hate it. Sometimes, I hate me.
But for my kids, and my loved ones, I keep going on.
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