This last week has been a difficult one. On Tuesday, I went to the island's capital, Santa Cruz and, to cut a long story short, although I don't think I overdid anything or walked too far particularly, by the time I was coming home at lunch time, I could bearly manage to put one foot in front of the other.
When I got home, I fell into bed, where I've spent most of the last 5 days, with a migraine-like headache (complete with blurred vision) I can't shake, nausea, the same scary and terrific pains in my chest that I've had since last October; feeling the cold, plus a whole assortment of miscellaneous aches and pains in my shoulders, back, hips, knees and legs that have literally had me in tears.
This is how things have been, on and off, for the last dozen years or so, but never quite this severe before. In that time, I've become adept at pacing myself to be able to do as much as I can, without overstepping my limits.
I'm used to being occupied and busy; people are often surprised by how much I get done and, one of my mottos to live by is that "the more you do, the more you can do" (applies both physically and mentally), but it's no longer working for me. About all I've been able to do is drink water and sleep on and off, because even just getting up to go to the bathroom needed great effort and tired me out, to collapse, breathless, trembling and sweating from the exertion, back into bed, where I'd keep dozing off involuntarily during the day, whenever the pain subsided enough or even despite it, to still sleep most of the night too.
Today has been the first day that I've even bothered with the computer, so it's a good job I never promised a schedule of any kind here! Seriously though, I really could do with some help. Impossible, I know.