sooo tired

A little background.

Circumstances (psycho ex boyfriend - I may explain more later - but he's why I don't give out where I live or the gender of my relative) have led me to live with a relative while going back to college. Different circumstances brought my youngest daughter (age 19), who was living with her dad, to live the same relative about half a year after I moved in here. We're attending the same college.

Originally, I lived in the attic on the third floor - rent free. I don't feel any guilt over this because my relative owns the house free and clear so I'm not much of a burden on them. I pay for my own food and am paying for my own college, etc... My relative is paying for my daughter's college and all of her keeping - that was the deal they made when she moved out her.

Anyway, we decided over the past month to switch living arrangements. I would move from the attic to the small bedroom on the second floor and move my daughter to the attic. My daughter is currently vacationing with her father over the summer break. My relative purchased new furniture for the small bedroom and we moved the existing furniture (such as it was) upstairs.

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So, from Sunday to Tuesday, I moved furniture, cleaned, and otherwise toted things up and down stairs. We shopped on Saturday. I am exhausted. Yesterday I could barely move at all. I'm angry at myself because not even three years ago, it would have taken me one day - one day! - to do this, and maybe three hours to recover. Instead, it took me three days to do it. And I had to do it in fits and spurts because I kept collapsing I was so tired. I did have help - my best friend was here on Sunday, and he came by after work on Mon and Tues, but I had to be independent and try to do as much as possible. Now I'm still recovering two days later. It's frustrating, it's annoying, it's downright depressing.

The good part is, it's over now (almost), and with the smaller room, I won't have to worry about having so much to clean anymore. :)

Anyway, I just wanted to whine a little and get it off my chest. Thanks for listening.

Oh, I sure know how you feel.  This morning I wanted to dig up two small bushes.  I trimmed the branches down on both of them so I just had to dig out the root balls.  It took me 1 1/2 hours to dig out one stupid root ball!  I was in tears because I used to be able to do things like that soooo easily.  When I came back in the house, every fiber of my being was aching and my face was beet red from the strain. 

 

Nope, fibro isn't fair at all but, Patheral, we just beat it at it's game!     YES!  We accomplished what we set out to do.  Except I still have one more root ball to dig up.    

 

Sherrine

Getting use to pacing ourselves can be hard. I'm still learning. ;- )

Enjoy your new space!

Hugs,

Thanks for understanding, guys... :) Before this fibro business, I never thought I could "overdo" it by moving furniture (well, I did have the bad back, but I've learned to work around that a looonnnggg time ago) and cleaning. I guess it's just a matter of adjusting.

This ol' dog has to learn some new tricks I suppose, and it's gonna take some time.

Oh, and thanks for the welcome GamJill. :)