Categories: uncategorized
Date: 08 March 2007 14:34:00
Beautiful days don't seem to count when you're ill. Maybe it's part of managing my condition (i.e., accepting that I have it) but as of about 3pm yesterday I became unable to work. I accepted that nothing more was going in, and stopped trying to read. Today I'm the same. Of course it doesn't help that I had so little sleep both nights.
I find it hard to accept when I can't work. I end up refusing to rest. Meanwhile I'm trying to manage my family and our house move, and it's just nightmarish. We owe no tax - but are being fined £100 for not saying so! I'm appealing of course but in our small space, roomsful of nappies, toys and bills, it's hard to get anything finished. It's just one more thing to do. And the chances of getting any one thing finished decrease every time another bill, nappy or assignment arrives.
I'm thinking of going stark raving mad for a while. Might make a nice break.