“Both abundance and lack [of abundance] exist simultaneously in our lives, as parallel realities. It is always our conscious choice which secret garden we will tend." - Sarah Ban Breathnach

Wednesday, February 4, 2009

Good Times, Bad Times

Good times: I wake up between 7 and 8 am. I bask in the sunlight for a few minutes before getting out of bed.
Bad times: I wake up between 10 and 11 am. I curl up in a ball and stay in bed for another 45 minutes.

Good times: I make the bed and do yoga.
Bad times: I make the bed. I ... will ... do ... yoga.

Good times: I go downstairs to check my e-mail, finances, and favorite blogs while I eat breakfast.
Bad times: I go downstairs to check my e-mail, finances, and favorite blogs while I eat breakfast. Then I read old posts and everyone's comments. And I visit blogs listed on blogs listed on blogs. And I Stumble It for awhile.

Good times: I do some belly dancing!
Bad times: Heck no!

Good times: I jump in for a quick shower.
Bad times: I jump in for a shower. After all the soap is rinsed away, I stay there under the hot streaming water. I watch the pretty drops of water on the glass door. I lose all track of time.

Good times: I empty my hamper and throw a load of laundry in when I go back downstairs.
Bad times: Not!

Good times: I do a little something -- pay bills, post on my blog, work on my website, file a few papers, tidy around the house, or even go shopping.
Bad times: Two words -- computer games.

Good times: When the kids get home, I check to make sure they've done their homework and their jobs before they go outside to play.
Bad times: "Sure, honey, whatever you say."

Good times: I cook a simple yet healthy and delicious meal for dinner.
Bad times: I send my oldest to bring home some take-out. Thank goodness she can drive now -- it saves so much on delivery!

Good times: When my husband gets home from work, I greet him at the door with a kiss. I listen to how his day was, and I spend an hour -- or (gasp!) two -- watching TV with him.
Bad times: When my husband gets home from work, I grunt at him. I'm still on the computer, begging for 8 pm to finally get here!

Good times: I go to bed. I read a little bit and do some gentle stretching and relaxation exercises to help me sleep.
Bad times: I fall into bed. I curl back up into a little ball. I can't believe it takes so long to finally fall asleep!


Paula said...

Hi Shelli - I hope you don't mind me jumping on your blog. I had to laugh at the "I'm still on the computer" line. My husband thinks I need to seek help (LOL) because of how much I'm on it. Somedays, it's my only piece of existence.

Shelli said...

Paula -- welcome! I love any and all comments. It's nice to share experiences and know you're not alone!

Sue Jackson said...

Shelli -

You really nailed it! What a great description of the ups and downs of life with CFS!

Then there are days like today - I thought it was a good day when I first got up, but now (at just 9 am), it's looking worse and worse. Grocery store or couch? Hmmmm....


Shelli said...

Sue -
Yes, and then there are days when I wake up feeling terrible, and then it magically gets better! Go figure!