Exhaustion

I had every intention of going to church - I can usually manage morning things well, though admittedly this round my energy dissipates quicker and by 2pm a nap is in order. But this morning when I woke, I just couldn't move. It wasn't that I had stayed up late or anything. In fact, not only had I taken several naps, I had fallen asleep in the chair in the early evening, and woke only to go to bed as soon as I thought Sugar would tolerate being put to bed.

No, this was the kind of tired where your arms and legs feel like weights and rolling over is such a chore that you just lie still even though your muscles ache. I knew I had to go to the bathroom, but I lay there listening to my labored breathing and wondered if I should call for help. After twenty minutes, I managed to sit up, then slowly lower my legs over the side of the bed. I grabbed the edge of the dresser to steady myself as I stood and took a deep breath.

It was difficult to make my legs move, and my feet barely scuffed across the rug and I willed myself to the bathroom. After splashing my face with cold water and taking a long drink, I managed to hook Sugar to her leash and wobbled down the steps to the grassy area so she could relieve herself. We didn't take our usual walk, but instead I headed inside as soon as she was done.

Thank goodness there is a handrail near the steps because without it, I am not sure I would have made it back upstairs. Sugar must have thought I lost my marbles. It's practically unheard of. Instead of feeding her, I went directly to my room and lay back down. She walked about restlessly for a few minutes, then crawled back into her crate and heaved a huge sigh. We slept until after 11 am before the heaviness and exhaustion lifted.

When at last I was able to rise, I was tired but not overwhelmingly so. I had not only missed going to church, but I had effectively missed any church on TV or radio as well. In days gone by, I might have joked about attending the church of the inner springs, but today it didn't seem funny. At least there is next week. I can only assume I will continue to feel better as I head away from the last infusion.

Besides, it lifted in just a few hours, and that's not so bad. I've had spells when this sort of exhaustion lasted for days. Not to worry, after I had showered and dressed, two dear friends stopped by with beautiful flowers and a loaf of home made bread - what a shot in the arm! Just the fellowship I needed. What started out a rocky day ended up a joy. Count your many blessings as they say.