I’ve managed to fit a lot in this afternoon. I went back to bed and got up at 4. I had a shower and washed my towels. Took Pix to the vet and she is doing really well and has to go in for another test in 3 weeks. It’s a whole day I think. So that’s good news, the bad news is that the diabetes is permanent.
I also managed to whipper snipper the front and backyards and mowed the front plus half the back. I ran out of daylight. Plus have another shower. Plus wash and iron my work clothes.
I really have no idea how I did it all. I’m exhausted and I feel sick. I think I pushed too hard. I also haven’t eaten all day but I’m not hungry at all. I need to eat to take my meds though. Maybe I just don’t take the one that makes me sick.
Do I feel good for getting all that done? No I don’t. Am I proud? No I’m not. It’s just worn me down more. I used spoons that I didn’t have an I feel ‘in debt’
It just feels so hard. I don’t want to hear that I’ve done a good job, I don’t want to hear that I should be proud. It’ll just fall on deaf ears. I have no care. No nothing.
Im ashamed of myself and I don’t know why. I shouldn’t be. But I am. I guess it’s the fact that so many people are struggling and as someone judged on here, I have it easy. Doesn’t make my MH any better though. Doesn’t make me less shut down, doesn’t make me less detached.
Just trying to get some things out of my head. I don’t have words for the other stuff. I’m lucky to have had words for this.