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thereyougothen) wrote2008-02-17 08:31 pm
thereyougothen) wrote2008-02-17 08:31 pm
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what have i done to be this tired? oh yeah, now i remember...
i want to try and keep a vague diary of the fatigue levels this time. or well, actually, Bill thought it would be a good idea and he's right!
Wednesday - had treatment - spent the afternoon in bed, wiped out exhausted. the evening wasn't much better, slept badly even though i had taken a sleeping tablet (and the real ones, not a herbal thing)
Thursday - i don't remember doing much in the morning, Barbara left that morning, Bill was at work, i think the boys and i stayed home. i may have hung out some laundry. TT got collected for singing club workshop at 2.30 and N and I went to the supermarket. i was ok that afternoon, i cooked enchiladas for tea, which was relatively labour intensive, i retired to the sofa as soon as Bill got home and let him set table and dish up. took a sleeping tablet at bedtime, stayed up too late reading, but slept not too bad
Friday - we didn't do much, i believe i stayed in bed and directed TT where to find his and N's breakfast - it was in a cereal box. or no - that was Thursday - on Friday Bill got their breakfast and then went to work. we hung out, I did a bit of story sack sewing for the nursery and the boys played inside and out. we were due at clambers to meet P & her dad at 1, finally made it, via the bottom car park and an unwelcome (for me) climb up the stairs at 1.25. that's not so bad really. i had a nice time sat chatting, knitting and drinking coffee. and the kids played and didn't argue, although N came out crying 3 times having had balls thrown at him, by other kids. he was (and still is) tired. got home at 3, sat around for quite a while and then made soup. Bill came home and took over again. i went to bed too late again, took a pill again, slept ok. the hardest part is that my mind is too active to sleep when my body is dog tired.
Saturday - some sewing and knitting in the morning, then lunch. then i went over to H's house to sit with her and V and talk nursery politics - we need to get our parent council sorted out asap. there until 4, then walked to Cameron Toll (from gilmerton road, maybe 10 minutes?) had a wander round while I waited for Bill and the boys who were on some beach in east lothian to come and get me. bought a lottery ticket. met one of TT's teachers and her very lovely little boy who i had no idea existed. TT knows all about him his name and how old he is, but he had never mentioned that his teacher had a little boy. but of course, why should he? then we came home. and i collapsed on the sofa and Bill cooked. i only left the sofa to eat and go to bed. the boys had their goodnight cuddles in here too.
Sunday - woke up tired. just getting up and collecting my coffee sent me to the sofa. there i spent 1.5 hours finishing then ripping out and redoing N's sock. i was having trouble focussing on the little stitches, my brain wasn't computing what i was trying to do, and i was cold and hungry, but i just sat here like a dipshit and kept at it. perhaps i should eat first next time. anyway, i got all the stitches back on the needles EVENTUALLY and i got dressed, had a muffin and did some easier knitting until it was time to go out. drove myself to double dutch, had a very nice time there, ate lunch, had cake. it was a good afternoon, but toward the end i was struggling to follow the conversation. made lots of mistakes in my patterned knitting, so decided to just go round and round on the sock. drove home, by a nice coincidence i arrived at the end of our street at the same time as Bill and the boys, they'd been to the library, so they got in the car and we all came home. i watched thunderbirds and david attenborough with the boys while Bill cooked (really really nice pasta). i am now back on the sofa.
i'm very very tired. and also cold. i had to call Bill to come and put the fire on, i really worried i'd pitch head first into the fireplace if i tried to do it myself.
so what *have* I done to be this tired? I'm pretty sure it's only to be expected, but ah, i'm sick of this.
tomorrow i am not going out until the evening, when my friend M is collecting me for a residents association meeting. bill and the boys are going swimming in the morning, then to collect Barbara in the afternoon from the airport, i think they may even be doing gorgie city farm in between the 2. i will stay home with my knitting and sewing, i'd like to get a bit more story sack done.
Wednesday - had treatment - spent the afternoon in bed, wiped out exhausted. the evening wasn't much better, slept badly even though i had taken a sleeping tablet (and the real ones, not a herbal thing)
Thursday - i don't remember doing much in the morning, Barbara left that morning, Bill was at work, i think the boys and i stayed home. i may have hung out some laundry. TT got collected for singing club workshop at 2.30 and N and I went to the supermarket. i was ok that afternoon, i cooked enchiladas for tea, which was relatively labour intensive, i retired to the sofa as soon as Bill got home and let him set table and dish up. took a sleeping tablet at bedtime, stayed up too late reading, but slept not too bad
Friday - we didn't do much, i believe i stayed in bed and directed TT where to find his and N's breakfast - it was in a cereal box. or no - that was Thursday - on Friday Bill got their breakfast and then went to work. we hung out, I did a bit of story sack sewing for the nursery and the boys played inside and out. we were due at clambers to meet P & her dad at 1, finally made it, via the bottom car park and an unwelcome (for me) climb up the stairs at 1.25. that's not so bad really. i had a nice time sat chatting, knitting and drinking coffee. and the kids played and didn't argue, although N came out crying 3 times having had balls thrown at him, by other kids. he was (and still is) tired. got home at 3, sat around for quite a while and then made soup. Bill came home and took over again. i went to bed too late again, took a pill again, slept ok. the hardest part is that my mind is too active to sleep when my body is dog tired.
Saturday - some sewing and knitting in the morning, then lunch. then i went over to H's house to sit with her and V and talk nursery politics - we need to get our parent council sorted out asap. there until 4, then walked to Cameron Toll (from gilmerton road, maybe 10 minutes?) had a wander round while I waited for Bill and the boys who were on some beach in east lothian to come and get me. bought a lottery ticket. met one of TT's teachers and her very lovely little boy who i had no idea existed. TT knows all about him his name and how old he is, but he had never mentioned that his teacher had a little boy. but of course, why should he? then we came home. and i collapsed on the sofa and Bill cooked. i only left the sofa to eat and go to bed. the boys had their goodnight cuddles in here too.
Sunday - woke up tired. just getting up and collecting my coffee sent me to the sofa. there i spent 1.5 hours finishing then ripping out and redoing N's sock. i was having trouble focussing on the little stitches, my brain wasn't computing what i was trying to do, and i was cold and hungry, but i just sat here like a dipshit and kept at it. perhaps i should eat first next time. anyway, i got all the stitches back on the needles EVENTUALLY and i got dressed, had a muffin and did some easier knitting until it was time to go out. drove myself to double dutch, had a very nice time there, ate lunch, had cake. it was a good afternoon, but toward the end i was struggling to follow the conversation. made lots of mistakes in my patterned knitting, so decided to just go round and round on the sock. drove home, by a nice coincidence i arrived at the end of our street at the same time as Bill and the boys, they'd been to the library, so they got in the car and we all came home. i watched thunderbirds and david attenborough with the boys while Bill cooked (really really nice pasta). i am now back on the sofa.
i'm very very tired. and also cold. i had to call Bill to come and put the fire on, i really worried i'd pitch head first into the fireplace if i tried to do it myself.
so what *have* I done to be this tired? I'm pretty sure it's only to be expected, but ah, i'm sick of this.
tomorrow i am not going out until the evening, when my friend M is collecting me for a residents association meeting. bill and the boys are going swimming in the morning, then to collect Barbara in the afternoon from the airport, i think they may even be doing gorgie city farm in between the 2. i will stay home with my knitting and sewing, i'd like to get a bit more story sack done.