When I get overly fatigued the world is changed with challenges and failures.
I move from “ah well, it’ll get done sometime”, to “I am totally useless: I couldn’t even do that wee thing.”
My equilibrium falls apart when I’ve overstretched myself. I’m too tired to do all the things I want to do. Too exhausted to find, never mind understand, the To Do list I wrote 2 weeks ago.
I haven’t started the blog posts about the resting places of King Harold and Brian Boru, or the Waltham Abbey meridian. I may never be able to find the relevant photographs.
There are Tasks To Be Doing. I want to do them. I don’t want to send the ‘resignation from all things’ email I drafted last week.
I don’t want to be wallowing, feeling like a failure and a fool.
It’s temporary. It will pass. More rest. More medication. Pacing myself (oh yes, remember that one?)
It’s just a blimmin’ nuisance.