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.