Came home, ate my ice cream, and was suddenly so deeply tired I staggered when I walked. So I went to bed.
Jeanette, the oncology nurse, says 'Go with the flow,' and since Adam is nineteen and my job is part time, I can. But balance is really hard to learn. I'm inherently lazy. Left to my own devices I would read books, watch TV, play solitaire, eat...anything but tackle real work. If I do that, I get blah and unhappy. I'm trying to get out and do, but when the fatigue hits, it's like a fever coming on. I'm fine and then five minutes later I'm punch drunk. And every two weeks, the equation changes.
Of course, the real answer to this is...what would the miniature dachshund do? She'd insist that the world revolve around her.
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