|Puns are cool.|
This fatigue is different from anything I've ever experienced before. Remember that time I took that black belt test and it lasted two and a half hours and I was the only one testing so it was basically me moving around and doing karate stuff for two solid hours? That was nothing. Remember that time I went into labor at 3am and the labor lasted twenty hours and so I was trying to make a human appear after a long, painful day that started after very little sleep? That was nothing. This is a deep-down, bone weary exhaustion that leeches my energy from every aspect of my life. I can't describe it accurately. My eye itches, but I don't have enough energy to lift my whole arm and rub it.
I'm having a hard time accepting this fatigue. When I had my gall bladder out this time last year, I came away with amazing energy. I felt better than I had in a long, long time. When I had the surgery in March, the doctor told me I'd have more energy- "It'll be like you have an extra hour in the day," he said. And he was right. I had stamina out the wazoo.
All that surgery, all that recovery time, and now those wonderful benefits are gone. Cancer stole my energy because cancer is a jerk.
OK, as Mrs. Garrett used to say, with the facts of life, you take the good and you take the bad. Luckily, the good is more important than the bad.
Good: The bug had her 5th birthday party!
More good: Despite the exhaustion, I was able to make her cake! And it came out almost how I wanted:
A good time was had by all:
|Here's us because I'm not going to post pics of other people's kids|
|Doesn't everyone have photos of the inside of their eyeball?|
Good: Report cards! Both the kids brought home great report cards. And, through a serendipitous turn of events, the eye appointment I made three months ago happened to be the same day as the boy's second nine weeks awards day, so I got to go see him get his name called for All S's and something something reading:
|OK, here are some other people's kids because I don't have a solo awards day picture.|