Out of uumph

I was doing pretty good after the PET scan. Saturday was productive, and I crossed a lot of stuff off my list. Sunday the energy levels were stable and church whizzed by in a flurry of music that I loved. PrayerSong came for rehearsal at 2 and left around 3:30. So far so good.

Maybe the sluggishness would pass me by this time. Maybe I would just keep doing things and not notice an energy slump. Maybe Niagara Falls will run uphill. It zeroed in right after dinner while I was contemplating laundry. I was sitting in the comfy chair swigging hot chocolate and licking warm strawberries and applesauce from a bowl when every ounce of huzzah simply disappeared.

There would be no climbing down those cellar steps to the laundry machines. No chucking quarters into hungry slots. No, I had barely enough energy left to ask myself how many clean pair of underwear were in my dresser drawer. Enough for the next couple of days at least.

I had momentary hopes that Drew would run stuff downstairs, but I knew he would not go alone. And I knew that even if he carried everything for me, I simply couldn't negotiate even getting out of the chair. So I sat.

There was nothing on TV, and no books in the living room even if I had wanted to read. So I just sat. I know this will pass, it always does. Question is how long will it last? I didn't even want to chat on the phone, and I was too tired to get up and go to bed (besides, it was only 7pm).

Tomorrow it will not matter if I am tired. I drive carpool in the morning, then work from noon to 9pm. So one way or another, dogged or not, I must move myself through the day. It will start with energy to do stuff, but at some point it will evaporate and there I will be staring into space and hanging on.

Rats!

Last time the energy crisis lasted about a week, but it set in sooner. Perhaps the delayed start is a good sign. Time will tell. For now, I won't fuss about laundry or anything else undone. I am more and more like my old self all the time. This momentary setback will pass soon.

Meanwhile, I shall take a mini-vacation, close my eyes, and remember lying on a warm sandy beach in the summer when I was a camp counselor and had a day off. I can almost hear the waves lapping against the dock, the seagulls calling overhead, the chatter of visitors as they saunter past, the fluttering of leaves in the breeze. I soak in the warmth of the sun, inhaling the deliciousness of lolling about after a week of running after kids. I might as well enjoy it, it won't last long.