Wednesday night I filled one of our 15 gallon water storage drums. That
entailed going downstairs with two one gallon jugs of water, dumping them
in, climbing back up the stairs, filling the jugs again from the faucet and
then repeat the whole transaction at least 8 times. Stupid - stupid -
stupid! I don't know what made me think I was capable of doing that. Going
down the stairs took the longest because my feet and knees hate stairs. We
actually have two drums, but before I could start on the second one, my
vision got funny, and my breathing was hard, and....well, you get the
picture. I made it back upstairs and got in the recliner and didn't move for
the next hour or so. I have finally recovered from all of that but it meant
that I missed out on my swim for Thursday morning. I was too drained to risk
driving to Newark and back by myself. Sigh. It is so darn hard being
disabled and even harder remembering that my body cannot do what it used to.
It just doesn't work right anymore. My hands and feet are still pretty
painful, but I am not sure that it's from Wednesday night or just the usual
stuff.
DeeTee