No, I'm not warming up for a choir rehearsal. And you don't want to hear that, anyhow! I'm having a "me" week of posting. Had you noticed? I don't have time to do much research or read the news, so I'm slipping my posts in between events/functions/instruction/etc. And, the most readily available topic is "ME".I'm out of spoons.* Wednesday truly is hump day for me. I remember when I used to be able to go and go and go...oh wait, that was the energizer bunny. I ran out of spoons right before my class ended today. My "students" (all adults) were getting tickled at me with my words. It was obvious to them I was tired. They were so good about it and we made jokes at my expense. I started the jokes, so they were comfortable egging them on.
No, they have no clue about my journey. Unless they notice the medicalert bracelet on my wrist, they don't even know I deal with a problem other than obesity. But they do sense the times I need support. What is it about people you don't even know who do that? I always seem to get the support I need in groups of people. Maybe I look pitiful, but I don't think so. I hope not!
And what is it about going all the way across the country to meet someone from your home town? Better yet, three someones! Oh wait, one of them had his wife with him. Four someones!! What are the odds?
Well, I just bowed out of a planned dinner with a group of co-workers. When I told them I'd run out of spoons, they didn't get the pun. Oh, well! I thought it was pretty punny myself. (Now, I know you know I'm tired.) But that's ok. They've seen me when I was at my sickest, and they know part of the journey. They understand enough. And they care. That's what counts.
My pillows are calling. Hear them?? Meeee...meeeee...meeeee..........meeeeeeeeeeeeeee.....
*"The Spoon Theory" is an excellent explanation of the life of someone with chronic illness.
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