Many, many years ago, I had Lyme Disease. I was twenty four years old and remember the fatigue was unlike any I had ever felt before. It was not the kind of tired I could push through. I remember trying to walk from my office down several city blocks to the parking garage and feeling sure I just couldn’t make it. What had always been a short walk felt like a triathalon. I never thought I would get my strength back. But, I did.
I am experiencing that kind of exhaustion again. I cannot describe the fatigue other than to say I am not one to nap or sleep during the day and I slept for about 26 hours off and on in a row this weekend. It feels like I will never get my strength back; but I will.
In the meantime, I am being well loved and cared for. My sponsor, Laurie, spent Saturday with me and brought me matzoh ball soup to eat in bed and stayed with me until I fell asleep. Trent has been in and out checking on me and holding me when I have felt well enough to even be held. I called my father this morning and his voice on the answering machine made me happy and sad all at once.
I went to a meeting this morning at 10 am. Lori came over to visit and brought me all kinds of goodies. I rested for a while and now I am cooking fresh vegetables so I can eat something nutritious later. My house smells of garlic, onion and farm fresh food. My head feels like a bowling bowl, my body is tired, but I am clean and sober and my soul is free.