Day to day details repetitious, boring. This is when news of note comes slowly.
Fatigue is still high, lessening only a fraction every day. I remind myself not to measure progress by the hour or day but against how I felt last week. I'm able to concentrate longer. I can read a book without paying for the exercise with a headache. I vacuumed the living room, took me several days, had to stop to rest all to often but hey I did it. Sad thing is now it needs it again : (
Odd fact: As tired as I am, as often as I am, I still suffer insomnia, have for over a year now. Without a sleep aid, I don't sleep.
Fatigue is still high, lessening only a fraction every day. I remind myself not to measure progress by the hour or day but against how I felt last week. I'm able to concentrate longer. I can read a book without paying for the exercise with a headache. I vacuumed the living room, took me several days, had to stop to rest all to often but hey I did it. Sad thing is now it needs it again : (
Odd fact: As tired as I am, as often as I am, I still suffer insomnia, have for over a year now. Without a sleep aid, I don't sleep.
Am I better? Yes.
Am I as well as last summer? No.
Will I improve? Each day has that promise.
Patience and time is required.
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