Oh man,
Life is just...
*sigh*
I fully recognize that I have chronic fatigue. And...I'm just frustrated. I've known it for about four years. No, I haven't gotten the diagnosis. I just know it in my bones.
You can go on about me having six children, and home schooling, and having babies. I *know* there is something not right with my body.
I shouldn't have to deal with the amount of chronic pain in my legs, feet, back, neck, shoulders etc. I shouldn't have to cry when my husband bumps me certain ways.
And I shouldn't have to lay on the recliner chair or sit at the computer chair for two weeks because it is all I'm capable of doing.
And then i have a "good" day. And I see everything that wasn't done for the previous two weeks, week, month, and I go rather insane.
Man, its a terrible cycle.
My kids rooms haven't been truely cleaned since the last time I dug out of the fog.
What was that a week ago?
And EWWW!
I'm just...overwhelmed. And swimming fast and getting no where.
I know some baby steps to take...like getting off sugar. But...man that is beyond frustrating.
And yeah I could go to the doctor, but just not impressed with them. There immediate response is "you have 6 kids"
Yeah I do. But I do NO household chores. Rob does the laundry, the dishes, the vaccuuming. I am ONLY responsible for myself, and keeping the kids doing school. And still I'm beyond exhausted I'm in no moving land.
So, stuff. I recognize there's a problem, but I have no wisdom whatsoever.
I get bursts of energy, should I use them, or pace myself, or not use them. Its all overwhelming.
I'm not writing this for hugs, or smiley faces. I'm writing this trying to find a way out. And I don't see one.
The truth is my husband is superb, and extremely patient. He's a nurse, and his mother has chronic fatigue/fibromyalgia so he just deals. But UGH.
and double UGH.
"If any of you lack wisdom let him ask of God who gives generously to all without finding fault." James 1:4. I'm looking for some of that right about now.