Today, I have managed to achieve a fair amount, with just a short rest from time to time. In Fibro terms, I think I would be justified in claiming that I have done an honest day’s work today. Yes, I have done considerably less than someone without a chronic condition would be likely to do, but I am happy with my achievements for the day – except when I look in the room where I was working and spy the chaos that reigns. That is due to the sudden enforced end to my work. Everything just had to be left. However, although it looks as though it is an absolute tip, it is actually very near the point of being beautifully tidy, so it won’t take long to complete the task I was engaged in.
It is a wonderful feeling, knowing how much I have done today – even if I am suffering the thoracic pain of fatigue. Oh well, can’t have everything, can we?