Sometimes the most welcome weekend leaves an MSer, or
perhaps anyone, wholly unprepared for the start of the week. We’re not talking
about administrative details, homework, training, or other tangible concerns.
This is all about
energy, whim, and wherewithal.
19th Century novelist George Eliot put it this
way in Adam Bede (1859):
“There’s
no work so tirin’ as danglin’ about an’ starin’ n’ not rightly knowin’ what you’re
goin’ to do next; and keepin’ your face i’ smilin’ order like a grocer o’
market-day for fear people shouldna think you civil enough.”
Pretty much.
So far today, I’ve
been in three states: Illinois, Wisconsin, and exhaustion.
I’ve kept two appointments and run a handful of errands. I’ve
completed half a day’s docket of deskwork, handled a fair amount of housework,
and blasted through a bunch of busywork.
I’m not nearly done. And I’m tired.
But I’m still
slugging and smiling.
Maybe nobody knows I’m totally trashed today.
OK, the MonSter knows it was a full weekend, teeming with fun
activity, and that I’m running on fumes. But he and I are still sparring. My
gusto tank is empty, but I’m not down and out yet.
Maybe you know the
feeling.
Occasionally, it just seems easier to go on grinning and
keep up whatever pace is possible, instead of grappling with a gazillion
questions about MS symptoms. Sure, empathy is a wonderful gift, but sometimes
the mere explaining is nearly overwhelming.
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