Ow. How Many Spoons Per Person Per Day?
But my pain is getting worse. I'm very scared because I've run out of spoons. Today I've been close to crawling to get around. Too sick to walk the dogs around the block. Luckily I could sit on the steps out front and they went there so I only had to hobble out back to the trash.
There are so many more things I need to accomplish and I doubt I can do any more which drives me nuts. Laundry. Clean fish tank. Change the cat litter and wash out the box to start with fresh litter and vacuum the area. I need a good vacuum but Shawn has ours so need to buy a replacement. I've used up all my spoons this past two weeks.
I would get a shot of Cortef to help but I'm going to talk to Dr. Linfoot about finally getting that Vitamin K shot series that never has happened. Not even when he ordered it when I was in Alta Bates last October. Taking mega Vitamin D doses once a month. But I need more help to combat this nightmare of pain.
Nobody knows how desperately I wanted doing these things to help. Instead it's getting worse. And I've no spoons to do the most basic things. Not even watching cartoons distracts from this state.
I can't hold on for much longer. I want to be happy. To have the ability to walk my dogs or eat something without it causing incredible pain and nausea. I give up. Really truly hurt so bad that I feel as though I can't see how I'm getting to Lafayette safely. Driving by myself. I can do it. I have no choice.
Second person to interview tomorrow. Scheduling a webcam interview with a person moving here from NY, as well. Still receiving applicants. I should repost it though. Fresh blood etc.
Right now a hug from a good friend would help so much. But that's another fantasy. When I get this sick it's annoying to listen to me go on and on about it. I'm aware of that. However it's a million billion trillion times worse to be in a state that causes such monotonous behavior.
Come watch "Sunday In The Park With George" with me. It can be your good deed of the month. I would rather watch Sondheim's musicals than lay here crying from the pain. The spoons won't be needed for a few hours with company distracting me from what's happening.



