Its a perfect day, if only I had the energy…

22 Apr

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…and rest

I’m writing this with one eye shut, hiding under a blanket in shame, hoping you won’t notice me. An irrational thread of worry that you will find me pathetic. A big dollop of feeling like a fraud.

I have this battle going on in my head ( imagine that image in movies with the saint and the devil on each shoulder whispering conflicting messages into your ears).

I’m knackered. Totally and utterly drained of energy. My head is trying to formulate action my body is in total all out protest fight.  I am not functioning.

Over the last week my body has ached more and more. My brain has fought against my body harder and harder. Today my body is on strike, a barrier has been built between my mind and muscles and my head hurts from bashing itself against it.

I’ve turned to mush. I managed to get up and serve my guests breakfast with all the energy, smiling and chatting that goes with that.  I had some breakfast and argued with my body to prepare for action. It’s the most glorious day. I have 5 outstanding gardening jobs to do. I’d rescheduled 2 for today and 3 for tomorrow.

The only thing my body would do was lay down. The only thing my mind would do was switch off. I lost my gorgeous sunny morning to sleep. Asked hubby to wake me around noon… It was an impossible task. I dragged myself downstairs at two. Microwaved the cup of tea he’d brought me two hours earlier.  I sat on the front door step hoping the gorgeous day would energise me…. I fell asleep with my head against the door frame.

I’m not ill. I shouldn’t be exhausted. Yes, I do a lot but I don’t really put in full days like I did when working for the man. I love my life and the closet of hats it comes with.

I do see a pattern. Note my post “life: mine:it’s full: .. Shortly after I get to the euphoric with life point;  the feeling of reaching a perfect balance. Shortly after exalting the joy and contentment I feel to my world, I run out of fuel and fall into decline.

Writing my last blog ( “life, mine..”) it was after our quiet season and into the growth and rebirth of the next. Spring had sprung. Guests were booking into our B&B; gardens needed tending; buds were forming on the trees and bushes; all those tender fluorescent green shoots dancing in warm breezes . Snowdrops, crocuses and daffodils; Camellia, forsythia and grape hyacinths splashed colour onto life’s canvas and everything, including me, felt so alive and vital.  And then there was overload.

The week that included Easter was beyond busy. So many hats to wear at the same time. They were too heavy. “But hey,” thought I, “Get through the week and then rest”. But the next week was even busier….. “I can do this”, I thought. Most of the demands were things I love to do: glass, cafe, guests, gardening. However there were what felt like a zillion other little things that needed to be done too. Tiny jobs: organise an electrician; message tenants; collect my new glasses; shop for food; make veggie sausages; meet up with friends; buy a birthday gift.

My body started to protest. Everything ached. Then it ached more. My brain failed to send messages to the right parts of my body. It took 40 minutes mid-week to persuade my body to get off a chair and walk back to the car to drive home. At the traffic lights I had to battle with my eyes not to close and just have a little cat nap.

Today I’ve just slept. I’m sure I feel worse for it. Not only are guilt and shame raging through me. Also totally embarrassment and a sense of patheticness. Then panic. I have so much to do. The weather is perfect to do it. I would really enjoy doing it too.  The customers would be so happy too, I love visiting these elderly ladies and chatting whilst gardening. But I’ve done nothing. Not even told the customers… I know this makes it worse but I just can’t, I’m just not there. The party I should be at tonight, I just can’t go. I know I can’t persuade my body to put on clothes and go out, it just will not cooperate. Hubby will have to phone, I’m too ashamed.

I’m going to stop now before i go on about how much stronger, stable, capable everyone i know is; how much more everyone I admire does etc etc… I know its a short phase rest will resolve.  So, despite my guilt I’m going to search out a sun lounger and go and snooze in the garden.  Will battle the guilt later xxx

 

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7 Responses to “Its a perfect day, if only I had the energy…”

  1. Jacki Yorke April 24, 2017 at 7:02 am #

    Missed you babes, but never feel guilty, i love spending time in your company but respect your feelings and ive been ther too. Remember im here when you want to dance but im also here when you want to cry xxxxxxx

  2. itskarinwithaneye April 24, 2017 at 6:42 am #

    I’ve been there. Still go there. Have you had a blood test? I was prescribed iron as I’m anaemic and it does help with the drowsiness, at least xxx

    • Rose Tinted Ramblings April 24, 2017 at 7:01 am #

      Trying to get my thyroid level right. plus peri-menapausal. Am sure neither help. I think i expect too much of myself too. So frustrating xxxxxx will get my iron levels checked , thanks for the suggestion x

  3. Sue Hazell April 22, 2017 at 3:19 pm #

    You don’t need to feel guilty about anything. I’m not surprised by you current state, body and mind. You do too much! Just remember, you’re allowed to say no. Rest now and get off that merry-go-round. All will be well xxx

    • Rose Tinted Ramblings April 23, 2017 at 6:02 pm #

      its hard not to feel guilty when you have to let someone down. plus had not to get stressed about it because it just gets added to the backlog… but trying my best – splept all day yesterday. Did one of my gardening jobs today

  4. Eleanor Miller April 22, 2017 at 2:55 pm #

    Bernie, it’s all a lie. No-one else actually copes better than you – they just lie about it. On a good day you do a gazillion times more than I ever do even on my best days. That feeling you’re describing, in our family we call it lead-bum, because we can’t get our bums off the sofa. I’m sorry you’re having a day like this today… but it truly is nothing to be ashamed about…

    • Rose Tinted Ramblings April 23, 2017 at 6:04 pm #

      thank you. I guess i’m used to running around juggling loads of things and accepting there are times when i can’t do that these days is really hard to accept – plus learning to read the signs before i crash and burn ..

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