I felt very bad because I couldn’t *make myself go to the nursing home yesterday.
I’m exhausted, still. Yet. Again.
Energy limiting Chronic illnesses are a REAL bitch.
I had appointments every day last week, plus going to see Al.
This week only one.
Next week, five days, five appointments.
These are all medically necessary or I wouldn’t be stretching myself past the limit.
My guilt caused me to arrange delivery from a great restaurant in Bellefonte. $75 worth of guilt.
He will love it.
