Recovery Days a vital part of pacing, a guilty feeling of skiving family tasks and household chores, my body needs them, my brain needs them and if I do not take them my body crashes, it spasms, it sends me to cloud cuckoo land, I fall over and I get no choice but to rest
I used to call them do-nothing days. Or resting days. Or dead days. Lately I’ve been calling them Recovery Days. Because that’s what they are. I’m not doing nothing, I’m recovering!
Our culture says that a day of watching tv when you should be buying groceries and cleaning and going to a job and and and…. is lazy. I say that if you have a chronic illness, sometimes it’s necessary.
I had a recovery day yesterday. I could have pushed myself. I had a long list of things to do. If I’d pushed myself I might have been able to get a couple of things done. But I wouldn’t have gotten far on that list, and I would have done things badly. Then I’d have felt lousy today and I’d have barely gotten anything done at all. Sound familiar?
I used to push myself. At the time it seemed like…
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