There Is No Normal With Chronic Illness

 After my glorious thoughts of setting a morning routine, my body declared otherwise.

Yesterday began with me feeling okay.  Not great, but okay.  So I decided it would be a good day to do a couple of low stress items.  Make a phone call or two.  Play around with my favorite programming language and investigate some new ways to teach the basics.

By 10:30 I started feeling weak.  By 11am I gave up and went to the couch.  Most of the rest of my day was spent there.  Crocheted some.  Binge watched a show which I then finished through the show's finale.  Had another severe tremor episode.  Watched the documentary-drama The Social Dilemma.  Attended an online class concerning the recent Game Stop stock manipulation (or was it really manipulation?).  I found paying attention in the class difficult, even though it was only an hour and a half.

Today, I felt okay, like yesterday.  So I expected to have trouble.  I did.  After less than two hours of investigating new ways to teach basics in coding I am giving up.  That's when I realized that I didn't post yesterday.

So much for that routine.

On the positive side, I have a telehealth with my GP this afternoon.  And my couch.

There is no normal when you have a chronic illness.  I am learning this, or, at least, that is what it seems I'm learning.  I've got to learn how to let go and take care of myself.