day of rest

Today I had a day of rest.

I spent a lovely evening out last night with friends seeing Beirut, and as standing in a crowd is possibly the most exhausting thing I can do (and if adding in a vibrating floor, also fairly painful) today was spent being exhausted.

I could have spent my day off being productive, It's very frustrating being too tired to do anything on a regular basis, especially when I can see so much stuff around me that should or could be done. However, I tried to fight that urge and be a little kind to my body given its efforts of yesterday.

I spent the day cuddling and tickling Karl and taking goofy photos of him napping on his back like a turtle.

I did make myself a delightful breakfast, which I enjoyed slumped on the couch like a great big slob.






I made cinnamon French toast with raisin challah (a kosher eggloaf, a little similar to brioche) and the biggest cup of milky (soy) coffee in the world in my beautiful blue/floral cup.

I'm too tired to cook (or clean up) now, so I'll have a big soaky bath and some toast before an early bed time with the hope of waking up with enough energy to get to work tomorrow.

It's hard to know when I should push myself and when I should stop myself. I hope in being kinder to myself I can start to work that out.

I'm going to be posting more about the impact of chronic illness on my life. It's important for me to write about it, but also important for my readers (those I know and those I don't) to know the actual reality of being ill.

Comments

[Dee]

I love how you make each meal a little event with your pretty crockery and such. And that looks delicious.