oscillating fan.
As daytime temperatures
have cooled down, and an occasional chilly dampness returned to the equation,
some of the old familiar aches and pains have decided to re-inhabit my
corporeal being. This correlation of events, leads to a suspicion that these
aching components are perhaps more to do do with arthritic and rheumatic twinges than the
underlying neurological condition. No sooner have I proffered that suspicion
than I recognised that a different interpretation was also plausible.
As more moderate
temperatures returned, the temptation to tackle a few additional ‘light’
gardening and household tasks was all too easy to yield to. My main problem is
a tendency to only listen to my body when I’ve almost drained my low stamina
reserve. The trick of ‘pacing’ is to always keep a little stamina in reserve,
otherwise any further exertion almost inevitably results in some kind of
payback.
In the course of the past
few days, a light giddily disorienting headache, accompanied by sudden onset
pallor has been a recurring theme; my erratically disrupted sleep pattern
(during my required dozen hours of bed rest) does little to alleviate such
irritations. At other times the sense of being ill-at-ease within my own skin,
a sensation that the skin is too tightly constricting the flesh of torso limbs
and digits, proves grindingly nausea inducing.
I am thankful that, at
present, the gnawing tenderness of glands under the jaw and in the armpits is
only quite rarely experienced.
My beloved ‘Bright Light’ has been enjoying a
holiday from the workplace, last week and this, but finds herself needing
plenty of rest so, whilst I’ve always revelled in her company, we’ve been kept
busy keeping an eye on each other, each making sure that the other doesn’t
overdo things. My life has never felt so complete as it has in the time since
meeting and marrying ma belle; her faith and loving disposition makes me feel
privileged to know her.
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