I decided that I was going to attempt to do my own spring cleaning this year instead of hiring someone. I got about three hours into the job on Saturday and I had to quit. My body just refuses to allow me to do anything strenuous.
I guess after all of those years of constantly pushing myself, even though I was sick, my body just said, “Okay, you’re not going to listen to me then I will make you listen”. And it does.
So now I have to pay someone to come in and do all of my windows, wash down my walls, baseboards, etc.
I just keep hoping that I can be normal. I thought I had accepted the fact that I’m not.
There is always that little bit of hope there that maybe, just maybe, I can do these things.