Sunday, August 8, 2010

Overextending

The end of this week has been a little busy for me. It's a long story, which many of my readers already know, but a pit bull mix pup found its way into our garage, and now we're trying to find someone (home or a shelter) to rescue her from the pound before she meets their time line max for holding pits. I am sure, because of her breed, that she doesn't have as much time with them as other dogs, so I've been doing what I can to reach out to the different rescues. But that's only part of what this is about. I mention it because it is part of what I was doing yesterday.

We had quite a list of things to do, and I was feeling really good, so I was up early to get started. After breakfast, I emptied the dish machine, reloaded, and cleaned the sink. I have an older cat, a male Maine Coon named Jobie, who needs to be bathed regularly because of his medical problems, and I needed to get him cleaned up before taking him in for his regularly scheduled lab work. He got his bath in the freshly cleaned sink, which I of course, cleaned again when we were finished.

My husband and I then headed off to the grocery store for a few things, came home, put them up, then took the cat to the vet. We waited to hear about his thyroid levels, which turned out to be on the high end of normal. We took him home, then headed out for lunch and to shop for a Bunco gift for Monday night. When we got home, I wrapped the gift and pulled meat out to defrost for cooking this evening. That may have to wait for my husband to do tomorrow, because it's still not defrosted.

I spent some time online trying to contact different rescues about the dog I mentioned above, even speaking with one of them over the phone at length. I also spent quite a bit of time on the phone with our vet, when she called to discuss the results of the lab work and the future course of treatment for this cat, as well as how to discourage and eliminate some bad behaviors he has developed. By now it was dinner time, and I was a bit tired, so my husband went out and picked up dinner from a place we like to go when we are in the mood to get out of the house. Since I've been on a diet for some time, we made sure I had a healthy, low calorie selection. It was filling enough that I put some away to eat today. At the end of the evening, I went to bed feeling good and planning to take care of some things today, that I just didn't have time for yesterday.

Today, the alarm went off at 6 am, as usual to help me get up and ready for church. I was having trouble waking up, so I allowed myself another 30 minutes to try to sleep off the tired, and added another 30 when I realized that church service was scheduled to be later than normal. When my timer went off, I still was having trouble waking up, and fell asleep again as I was trying to get up! Twenty five minutes later, I woke up on my own, but still felt very fatigued. I forced myself to get up, and went into the kitchen to make breakfast. I barely got my own breakfast together, and was cleaning up from eating it, when my husband came in the kitchen, and announced he didn't want to go to church because he was still recovering from some medical problems of his own that he had to deal with the day before. Have I mentioned that he has Crohn's Disease and is in stage 5 renal failure from lifelong kidney problems?

I was doubting my ability to get ready in time anyway, so he got no argument from me. At least I was able to do my daily bible reading.

I went to the computer to work on more contacts for the dog, but just couldn't seem to get started. I just sort of stared at the list of web addresses in front of me, and realized I couldn't think straight. Instead, I started playing a game to try to get the cobwebs out of my brain and get ready to work. Not happening, even after an hour. I realized it was because I was still tired, so I went to take a nap. Yes, more sleep. I woke up again about an hour and a half later, got up and shook off the cobwebs slowly. By then my husband had got ready for work, and left for his day at 1pm. I realized later that it had been 5 hours since I had eaten, so I warmed up my leftovers and ate. It is now after 2pm, and nothing I had planned to do for today has been done.

Some of you may think I'm wasting time or procrastinating by taking the time to write about this, but I felt it would be important to share just how the fatigue, which I believe is from the fibromyalgia, can hit someone suffering from the condition. It's not that I don't want to do more today, it's that I can't seem to get myself going to do the things I want to do. It's hard to describe just how this feeling stops you from doing even those things considered to be simple tasks. Writing is not normally a difficult thing for me, so I can struggle with the feeling long enough to get a single blog post done.

And now, I'm off to take some medicine, as my neck, left shoulder and elbow are starting to complain at me, and I want to be ready for a phone call I'm expecting this afternoon.