Fatigue unabated.  Have to feel it’s the drugs, plus the EMDR, plus S’s condition. Plus I woke at 430 am and didn’t get back to sleep properly.

I had to force every step: to the store, to putting stuff away from store, to getting ready to go to the club.
Shoulders are sore and I fear the swimming may undo the surgeries on both shoulders.  But this exercise is the single best thing I can do for myself.  After, for an hour or so, I feel almost human.  I just can’t stop.
Did 20 on recumbent; 30 on elliptical; and .5 mile swim.
Plus it’s Monday, the start of the workweek, and as such a vivid reminder of my non-working, retirement, old person status.
C’s foot continues to bother her; plantar fasciitis.  This stuff is not easy to get rid of.
Don’t know how to describe my mood, especially in the morning and afternoon hours.  A kind of aching emptiness. Dread, fear, fatigue.

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