Damn it anyway.
I managed so well on our 10-day vacation.
The body is a funny thing isn't it?
I knew by day seven that my body had had the biscuit. I was really dragging bottom by then, but I had to keep on truckin', as they saying goes. And I persevered.
On day eight, I took it slow and easy to try to 'catch up' a bit.
And it helped.
But day nine took it all out of me. I did the driving from Waterloo to St. Marys, to attend the Induction Ceremony at the Canadian Baseball Hall of Fame (boring!). Then I again took the wheel for the drive from St. Marys back to our Toronto host's home where we were staying overnight before heading home the next morning.
I was really done for after that drive!
John did the complete drive home from Toronto on Sunday.
And I've been trying to get ahead of the curve ever since.
I managed to get the laundry done (there must have been five loads!) and put everything away so I feel 'settled' but my body is screaming at me from every muscle and fibre.
Yesterday, I had to go into the big city for a dental appointment and for my physio treatment. The physio session helped tremendously to calm me; it always puts me in a very mellow frame of mind.
But this morning, I awoke again feeling like five Mack trucks had bounced me back and forth between them all night long. Classic fibro flare-up!
Sure hope it doesn't last long because I've already tired of the overall fatigue and the complete muscle soreness.