One month on

OK, so it's been a month.  I keep meaning to blog, but never seem to have the spoons. 

I can't actually believe how low my baseline is.  And how far I was pushing myself before. 

The pain is way better.  I mean - I'm not wanting to vomit with it any more.  It's not gone by any sense of the word but it's definitely better.  We're talking 4/10 rather than 8-9.  Which is nothing to be sniffed at.

But oh god the fatigue.  I've never done so little and been so tired.  Pegging out a load of washing tires my arms to the point that I'd rather chop them off.  I still can't do much more than get up and get dressed.

I was hoping that by four weeks in, I'd be able to get up and shower and dress EVERY DAY, do some housework and stuff.  But instead, I'm up and dressing (into whatever's there) and that's about it.  Can't believe how tired I can get just throwing leggings or shorts and a t-shirt on.

I'm trying to find the good things in this.  I'm getting lots of time in the sunshine.  I'm spending lots of time with the kittehs, and with TBO.  But most of all, I'm getting to know my limits and what is realistic for me to achieve.

It's just a shame that it's so low.